Against The All Odds
I asked her frowning and she frowned back.
“Ours!” she replied, gesturing, both of us.
“It is no longer temporary. We are in this forever.” I said the first thing that felt right and the word temporary felt too wrong.
“What?” she asked, sitting up and I followed her suit.
“Yeah! So, never use that temporary word, okay?” I ordered and she had gone a little pale.
“When did you decide?” she asked in a calm tone.
“Maybe a few days, but now for sure. We will be together all the time like forever.” I replied in a serious determined tone.
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