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He was completely baffled as Ava stared at him and started speaking, "You think our best memory is just our physical intimacy? For heaven's sake stop watching 'Let's be French'!"

"Our what?" Nathan cried, gobsmacked. It felt he had joined an on-going conversation. "What year is this? Jesus, what was wrong with me? But the bigger question is if I think differently now."

He stared at Ava and her grandeur.

"Yeah, I definitely need time to think about this question," Nathan thought.

"I don't know what to say," he said at last.

"Is it supposed to be a euphemism from that show?"

"No. And what I'd said, I didn't mean it erotically. Not really."

"May you decipher it to me then?"

The first thought that came to his mind was to leave from here. In his mind, some dramatic show was going on in which he was playing the lead role.

"Maybe this is what I have to do. I just have to make everything right again, at least between us. I have to do the right thing and say the right thing.

But what is the right thing exactly?"

Ava let him take his time.

"It's more about the intimacy we share. No, screw it! Can you—Ava could you please turn around."

Ava turned her chair around. She knew Nathan couldn't confront someone while them looking at him.

He himself turned around as well.

(Play: "All I ask" by Adele)

Nathan closed his eyes and said the following in such vehemence Ava believed never existed:

"You're a magic spell, Ava, and I'm foolish enough to believe that you exist. Those poets are wrong! You're sublime, you're spaceless, you're timeless. I've always called you my imagination but the truth is you're too distinct to be anyone's imagination. I wish any language or Shakespeare or John Keats or I or anyone in this or the parallel universe had the exact vocabulary to describe you or the way you smile or the look on your face when you contemplate. Apparently, even mathematics is drought in number so as to rate you at that time. 

"Forgive me for all those times I broke your heart. I know it's easier said than done, but I'm genuinely sorry for all those times I disappointed you. I swear that this time when you, May iris, turn into January carnations, I'll be there with you. For you. I'll be there when you rant about the perfect jeans being uncomfortable. I'll be there when you will become more British than you already are, and commence blabbering about the weather. I'll hold the umbrella for you when you're too busy making a mess out of your hair, which you call fashion. I'll be there when you change your job. And, when you get home from work, I'll kiss you on the doorstep and make dinner. I'll hold your hand when your boss yells at you on phone and then we'll back-bitch about her or him together. I'll be there when you go to bars or clubs, and have some bloke misbehaving with you, just to see the torment he'll get from you later. I'll carry you home when you get trolleyed. I'll go with you to all those rock concerts we like. I'll hold your waist when we dance and sing in the Halloween parade. 

"I'll put a blanket on the sleeping body of yours as we watch 'Titanic' for the millionth time. I'll switch off my phone every time you're with me because—because we've just got forever to live and it does seem short for us. Yeah, that's how selfish I am, and the fact that you chose to be with me makes me this selfish, and I swear I've never rued this decision of yours. Every time you'll visit my art gallery, I'll announce it on the mic because you mean too much to me, more than it is healthy, but honestly, I was never much of a health-freak. You're like the feeling of having a candle on a cold, cold winter night. Just please don't leave me. I don't care about the daft and hypocrite world and what rubbish it thinks; all I care about is my stunning lover grabbing my hands and randomly dancing with me in an arcade where we break into at midnight. And as the police siren rings, we'll vanish. Together. And we will have the most unprecedented life ever where nothing is perpetual except for the 'Evil Angel' and us. Every night we'll sleep beside each other, it will be like we're dying, with the next morning being our re-birth because you, Ava Clair, are the one person I want to not only die with but also born beside. Not like twins though, please. 

"I'll travel a light years just to see you, and although I may be terribly jet-lagged, I will spin you and kiss you under the stars which will be dimmed by the light you emit. I know it's sounds  cliché but how can we not love cliché if that's something that puts a smile on our face that we tend to hide? We might actually be a hopeless pair but we suffice to challenge the might of perfection. 

"If you aren't with me, the world's not going to change; it will be as it was any other day. It's me who'll remove the spectacles of grey and start seeing the world with a goggles of black and white shade. In a world of incombustible lies, you remind me the equation of truth. Realisation of time passing by is described by the emotions and memories attached to them. So let's make so many everyday that each day will feel like an eternity. And even a perfect minute of that eternity if I get, it'll be all I'd ever desire for because it's—because it'll be with you, Ava—a beautiful poem that cannot be deciphered." He was initially talking really fast then slowed down the pace. His Yorkshire accent kept barging in in between. He exhaled and said, "Now is when you say something."

Ava let silence come between before she said the following with her voice breaking: "When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see—"

"So long lives this, and this gives life to thee," completed Nathan.

Sonnet Eighteen of Shakespeare.

Nathan stood up and turned around to look at Ava. She wasn't there anymore. He squinted his eyes and shook his head in disbelief before everything dissolved into darkness. He landed up back in the room with the talisman grasped in hands, shining, but no more than Ava, who was lying beside him on bed. Still unconscious.  

Reality was really a bummer sometimes.

Nathan glanced at Ava for a minute—he wasn't smiling on the outside, but he surely was inside. Even though he knew she didn't hear all that he said, even though all of this was his imagination, he was now sure of one thing—there was no Nathan Wilson without Ava Clair. He kissed Ava's forehead soft as a feather, took one of her hands and gripping it tightly between his hands and apparently using it as a pillow, slept he.

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Thank you so much for reading till here. It really means a lot to me.

NOTE:

I wrote this story way before I even thought I'll ever show it to anyone. There are some phrases, especially in the above speech, that may be confusing (Eg: "May Iris", "January Carnations", etc). Go forward, and ask me. I have absolutely no problem  :)

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Song name: "All I Ask" by Adele

All Rights of the song go to Adele and Clean Music Hours (Nice name, LOL).

Infringement of copyright not intended.

(I know that writing all that isn't needed but I like to give credits to the producer/maker of the song. I'm using as a sign of appreciation, respect and in a way, of gratitude as well.)

Take a day, and devote it to your loved ones!

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