Chapter 11

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(A/N: Liz's version of 2x01)

My POV

Wise men say

I entered the house after finishing a job up at I.M.P with a sigh at the emptiness. Striker and I were going through what seemed to be another rough patch. Everything had been fine these past few months, but suddenly he became distant and my heart raced.

Was he planning another attack?

 Only fools, only fools rush in 

We had our agreement, but maybe he didn't want me knowing details either knowing I would show up to help I.M.P? Was our love that twisted? Could fate be that twisted?

Least when he was keeping himself busy with jobs, I knew. But it seemed like ever since he helped rescue me from the humans who kidnapped me, Blitz, and Moxxie, he had grown distant again.

Oh, but I,

I picked up a picture of the two of us smiling, happy together.

"Striker..." I sniffled in the darkness as I made my way to the bedroom.

Can't help

"I can't help...falling in love-" I stared out the window with a tear rolling down my cheek as I hugged a picture of Striker and I close to my chest. "-With you."

Falling in love with you

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