No Way...

No... Impossible.

Who could love someone so... weird? As strange as her?

She wasn't the right person for Amaia. She deserved someone so much better... Not someone like her.

Ylva sighed, burying her head into her pillow, closing her eyes and feeling the locks of red hair tickle at her cheeks. She was distraught, her emotions swirling around her stomach like a flowing river, her chest rising as her cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that would make even her hair ashamed. She was thinking of her again.

Her beautiful eyes, looking at her, pools of shaded moonlight over crystalline glass. Her face, rounded cheeks soft and pretty, the light blush whenever she laughed, showing off her perfect teeth. Her ashen hair, falling over her shoulder like rivers of golden silk.

She bit her pillow.

She was thinking about her again.

She needed to see her again.

Looking to her phone, at her nightstand, she bit her lip, and reached towards it.

Should she?