@ofwovenfate she desperately wanted to keep it, could be broken the moment she was called in again. She would have to leave. She would have to travel through time once more. And somehow, she would have to find her way back to her.
the time travelers.
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Ava remembered thinking, What are the chances everyone’s out on the dance floor, but I don’t have a partner? By that, she meant her best friend.
She had spent weeks traveling through space and time, wondering if things
@ofwovenfate left, Ava appreciated that. She appreciated the quiet understanding, the little things about the woman she loved.
Finally, as they danced, Ava breathed out softly. “I promise I am all yours for tonight.”
It was a promise she couldn’t fully guarantee. A promise that, even if ;
even though they had been best friends since high school.
Ava walked toward her with a wide smile on her lips, reaching out her hand. “Is this dance taken by anyone?”
worked with classified documents and dangerous assignments. What she didn’t understand was that Ava time traveled—that sometimes days blended into weeks before Ava even realized she would ever make it home again.
They had only just started their relationship a few weeks prior,
just know history, she felt it. The way she described moments, the emotion in her voice, the details no textbook could capture—it made it seem like she had lived through it all.
And the truth was… she had.