Friends. f**k that. Ayla and I couldn't go back to being such a mundane label after all the s**t we went through together in the past year alone.
But the Elio I wanted myself to portray to her after she left me on a cold bed alone was a man who didn't almost crash from being too hung up on her. A man who wasn't in love with her anymore.
The defeated look on her face when I claimed I had someone else made me almost rethink this whole charade. It was so hard not to stare at Ayla and resist the urge to pull her close and never let her go again.
I wanted to kiss her, breathe her in, make her see that I love her and only her. She was stupid to believe I moved one from her that fast. Ayla occupied my mind, my body, my whole fuckin' soul.
I made the mistake of eagerly telling her I'd pick her
