with love, Ares

with love, Ares

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❝I don't even know who you are!❞ ❝Love, I'm asking if you know the owner of this phone. Not for your first born child.❞ ❝All I am hearing is...STRANGER DANGER!!❞ ❝Guess I'll just sell it then.❞ •♡• In which two opposites find their alike over misplaced phones, flirtatiously bad puns and late night texts. In which two wrongs make one heart wrenching right. In which two strangers find out that one is more in love with the other than they realise. In which two halves don't make a circle but an infinity, and beyond. In which Ares finally finds his 'for now and evermore' with Aphrodite. •♡• ❝Do you have a name or can I call you mine?❞ ❝Delete my number.❞
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