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(Any song of your choice)

❤︎ A Z O R A     R U S S O

(25th February 2021)
*one week later*

"Ares wants to talk to you" Ezra informs walking out of Reid's hospital room.

"He does?" I ask raising one eyebrow.

Why could he possibly want to talk to me?

"Please just talk to him- I can't bare his depressed ass no more" Ezra begs.

I look at Venice to see her looking probably more amused than I am.

"Here goes nothing" I mumble entering his room.

Walking in I realise he has changed out of his hospital gown into a black t-shirt and blue jeans. With a simple gold chain and the bracelet yet he is still sitting on the bed looking miserable.

"Hi" I greet closing the door behind me.
"Hi" Ares replies smiling slightly.

"I am sor-"I begin just to be cut off by Reid.
"Shut up and let me talk, please" Ares interjects.

"Yesterday- I was pissed off and all I said to you wasn't real. I was just mad, guilty and confused, u shouldn't have taken my anger out on you" Ares apologises.

"I know that's not a excuse for my actions but baby, I am so sorry" He explains.

"I'm sorry- for Tuesday. You deserve someone so much better than me" He continues.

"My attempt of saving us both didn't fucking work but worsened and now both of us are stuck in a awkward ass situation" Reid says.

"I know you probably hate me- but Amore- just tell me what I can do to fix everything" Ares emphasises with his voice breaking a little at the end.

"Just let me fix my mistakes and I promise you won't see my face again" He says.

"Can we at least be friends? If not even more?" He nearly pleads.

"Ok" I reply.

'oK'?!

BITCH ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Are you dumb?

"So meet me in 2 hours?" Ares asks, happiness radiating in his voice.

"But your hurt-"I post out.
"I'm getting discharged in 1 hour Amore" Ares smirks seeing my concern.

"Your still hurt" I argue crossing my arms over my chest.

YOU DON'T HAVE BOOBS AZORA!?!?

"I am completely fine and with you here I'm beyond fine" He replies mimicking my actions.

"In 2 hours? Where?" I ask.
"I'll text you the location" He replies tilting his head while smiling making dimples appear.

. . .

"Where are we going?" I ask probably for the hundredth time.

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