The Resistance || Money Heist

Find You || .025

         "Valencia!" Denver was shouting over and over again. Monica was now ahead of them. Denver told her to go ahead because Ava still wasn't moving. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. She couldn't peel her eyes off of Martin on the ground. "Valencia! Please!" Denver pleaded desperately, his voice tinged with urgency as he shook Ava gently, trying to pull her out of the thick fog of her trance. Her gaze snapped towards him, and in that moment, he caught a glimpse of her pain; her eyes were puffy and red, streaked with tear stains that glistened in the dim light.

          "Please, Valencia," he said softly, his tone now a low, heartfelt whisper that seemed to resonate deep within her.

             Ava turned her attention back to Martin, her heart aching as she watched him struggle against the police. They were overpowering him, pushing him roughly to the ground, and the sound of his cry pierced through the chaos around them. Despite the tumultuous relationship they had endured over the past few months—a series of disagreements that had chipped away at their bond—she couldn't bring herself to abandon him.

            They had weathered storms together for years, and even though the concept of them being soulmates felt far-fetched, a part of her heart still clung to the moments they shared. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, and the thought of leaving him behind as he was taken away by the authorities was unbearable.

           Taking a deep, steadying breath, Ava felt the weight of her decision settle upon her. With a quick nod, she finally agreed to move, her heart torn but resolute in the belief that she could not stand by and watch him suffer alone.

            "Okay," she finally conceded, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked into Denver's eyes, uncertainty swirling within her. "Okay." 

            With a fleeting smile that barely touched his lips, Denver tightened his grip on her arm, the warmth of his hand grounding her for a moment amidst the chaos. They took off running, the sounds of sirens wailing in the distance, echoing the panic that surged through their veins. For the first few moments, he refused to let go, as if his hold would shield her from the impending disaster.

            Ava's mind raced, filled with fragments of the plans she and Martin had meticulously crafted before the heist. They had envisioned their success as a smooth escape, a life of luxury filled with the riches they would snatch from the unsuspecting vault. But now, with the adrenaline coursing through her and the police hot on their trail, the reality of their situation crashed down like a wave.

          What should have been a triumphant getaway had turned into a nightmare. Ava was now desperately hoping to slip away with millions of dollars, while the harsh truth loomed over Martin: he was captured, handcuffed, and likely facing a lifetime behind bars for the crime that had unraveled so quickly. The weight of their failed plans pressed down on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal; they had dreamed of a future together, but it felt like everything was slipping away in an instant.

             "Denver." Ava finally paused at the top of the dimly lit staircase, her heart racing as she tried to hold Denver back as best as she could. He stood at the bottom, confusion etching deep lines across his forehead. "I can't leave without him." It was clear to Denver that this time, Ava wasn't talking about Martin. An unsettling feeling crept into his stomach as he realized she was referring to Berlin, the enigmatic leader of their crew. Denver was torn; he had developed a deep friendship with Ava, sharing countless moments of laughter and pain. He cared for her deeply and loathed the idea of her putting her life on the line for someone he wasn't even sure had genuine feelings.

         "Go find Monica," she urged, her voice steady, but the underlying tremor betrayed her anxiety. Denver's eyes softened, the concern still evident in his gaze. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, the warmth of the moment juxtaposed with the looming threat of danger. He leaned down just enough to plant a gentle peck on her cheek, a silent promise of protection, in case the worst happened.