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𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖
𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒
𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇. You could tell but no one ever said something.
Except for Emma.
They've met few years ago when she started to teach history in one of the universities. Everybody thought she was too young but her knowledge quickly changed their minds. She and the woman became closer and closer by week or day and quickly their friendship grew in to something more.
They were living together and it was Saturday morning when the two lied down in one bed, Emma drawing a small objects on Asteria's bare back when the sun started kissing the sky.
Asteria raised her head, looking out of the window which was just behind her bed, looking down at the sleeping city and then glaring at the sun.
"What are you thinking about, love?" The woman beside her asked, ripping her mind away from the city back to the room.
She thought about people she saw, she watched, she imagined.
She thought of the boy she saw few weeks ago, he had glasses and was holding a few books close to his chest, wearing a long coat just as a girl with long brown hair and headphones stepped in to his life, because while she was looking in to her phone and the boy read on of his books, Asteria moved her fingers and they bumped in to each other.
She'd do this, she would changed someone's life in to a love story or she would created one herself.
She knew it was bad, she knew Ajak would tell her it was wrong but where was Ajak all those years when she needed her.
