The interruption ruined everything.
Again.
Ava was beginning to think the universe had a personal vendetta against them.
Because every single time something important almost happened, someone appeared.
A parent.
A phone call.
A thunderstorm.
Bad timing seemed determined to keep them apart.
Unfortunately, it was becoming less effective.
Because even when the moments ended, the feelings didn't.
The truth remained.
Waiting.
Growing.
Becoming impossible to ignore.
That night, Ava stood in front of her bathroom mirror brushing her teeth.
Her reflection looked exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
She was tired of fighting herself.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of acting like she didn't know what was happening.
Because she did know.
She had known for a long time.
She loved
