Ava's POV
Mia and I have grown so incredibly close over the past few months, and with that closeness has come an overwhelming fear that I might lose her. Every laugh we've shared, every secret exchanged, has only strengthened the bond between us. Yet, deep down, there's a gnawing anxiety that keeps me up at night. I know Mia loves me, perhaps in a way that transcends friendship, a love that is deeper and more profound than I ever anticipated. But lurking beneath the surface is a secret I've been harboring, one that has the potential to unravel everything we've built together.
As I sit there lost in my thoughts, Mia suddenly breaks the silence, her voice tinged with concern. "Ava, are you okay?" The worry in her tone makes my heart pang. It's as if she can sense the turmoil swirling inside me, and I'm terrified of revealing the truth.
"I am, just thinking," I reply, attempting to brush off her concern. But I know she isn't convinced. The flicker of doubt in her eyes tells me she senses I'm holding something back. My mind races with possibilities. Maybe I should just lay it all out there; after all, honesty might keep her by my side. But then again, what if the truth scares her away? The weight of that thought is almost unbearable.
Mia's gaze is piercing as she ponders my earlier question, "Mia, what would you do if I hid something important from you?" A surge of anxiety washes over me as I realize how vulnerable I've made her feel. Her internal dialogue is loud and clear, like echoes reverberating in my mind. "What can Ava possibly hide from me? Did I give her reasons not to trust me? Am I a bad friend? If she can hide something from me, I'll break for sure." Those thoughts tumble around in her head, and I can't shake the feeling of guilt for making her feel this way.
"I'll be hurt, but I'll forgive you. I love you, Ava, a lot," she finally says, her voice steady but filled with genuine emotion. The sincerity in her words wraps around me like a warm blanket, but it simultaneously amplifies my fear. Does she truly understand the depth of what I'm hiding?
As my heart races, I can't help but notice another thought cross her mind—"Just kiss me already." It's an unspoken plea that resonates within me, pulling me closer to her, almost as if the pressure from our shared emotions is urging a change.
In that moment, I lean in, feeling the electric connection between us magnetize the air. I close my eyes and press my lips against hers. The kiss is slow and passionate, filled with the worry, love, and confusion that we both feel. In that intimate exchange, for just a moment, the world fades away, and all that matters is us—two souls entwined in a dance of unspoken feelings, each one silently hoping that whatever lies beneath the surface will not destroy the fragile beauty of what we've become.