Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart

Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart

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"Hmm Zayn ..." She meets my eyes. "I think I'll call you Z instead." She says it like she's giving a name to her new pet hamster or something. What the fuck is wrong with this girl? "And what can I call you?" "By my name." She does that half smirk again. "Yeah no shit." I reply as rudely as possible complete with a dramatic eye roll. She doesn't seem offended and doesn't react to my sarcasm. Instead she laughs. Laughs. And yeah, it's sorta an amazing sound. She leans forward and turns her head a bit to the side so I can only see a portion of her smiling face. She looks at me sideways with a smile that reaches all the way to her eyes before catching her breath and responding, "Call me Ava." With that she stands up and begins to walk away, leaving me speechless and scrambling to catch up.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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