They say that nowadays, love cease to exist. It's just a myth. To which it never existed. That it was just in fairytale. Or in movie's, book but not life.
But Ezra helped me prove them wrong. It not just a myth, it doesn't just happen in a fairytal...
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As the sky begins to look darker and the breeze begins to get colder. I think about getting up, but I'm just so tired and my head is spinning from all the alcohol.
Yeah, dumb ass, great idea to drink 3 cups of Spirytus Vodka. You're so smart—
Shut it.
I hear someone call my name, or at least I think they do.
Turning my head to where I think the voice came from. I see a tall figure in the distance but there's double.
"Nevaeh." I hear them calling out. I squinted my eyes, trying to focus on who it was. He's well built; he's wearing gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.
As he gets closer, my favorite pair of eyes meet mine. My heart began to race. "Nevaeh, it's freezing." Ezra's deep voice rings in my ears.
Haha, My Greek God.
"Shh, your loud." I put my finger to my lips. "I want to come home." I said as he kneeled beside me. "I know Mio amore." He tells me.
"I thought you'd be mad at me." I chuckled. "Oh, I am. I just don't know how to be mad at the moment." I said it with a hiccup.
"I'm sorry—" I cut him off, saying, "Please don't tell me. I probably won't remember when I wake up." My eyes began to feel heavy.
"Let's get you home, okay?" I give him a lazy nod before feeling my body be lifted into his arms. My eyes slowly closed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I let out a yawn, trying to stay awake. "It's okay, amore, I got you rest." His thick Italian accent came through.
I hummed a yes before everything went black.
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I pull Nevaeh closer to my chest as I carry her into my room. I lay her on my bed, taking off her boots so she is more comfortable. I take down her hair.
'High ponytails aren't that healthy for your hair.' I remember her telling me.
