Ava, My Heart
Because he loved her more than the chaos, more than the anger, more than everything else in the world.
A sound. The faintest creak. A shift in the door. His heart stopped.
A sliver opened. Her hand. Hesitant. Trembling.
“Alexander?” Her voice, soft, cautious. Wounded.
He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t form words. He swallowed hard. His chest ached. Every nerve in his body ached. But he stayed there, still, letting her see him, letting her see the raw, desperate, unyielding love he had for her.
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