My love

Chloe heard someone talking. Nowadays, everything they talk is white noise for her. She never bothered much about who it is or what they are talking. She is not bothered that someone kidnapped her.

If she cannot be with Nero, then it doesn't matter where she is or with whom she is. Days and nights jumbled together, and she no longer cares to remember which day it is.

But today, there is a familiar voice that made her open her eyes and look at the person standing over her bed.

Two people were talking and her eyes are fixed on one person.  

'Am I dreaming? ' She thought as her heart blossomed with hope. She kept looking at the person, as one of them left the room.

"Nero?" She whispered.

Her voice is hoarse with lack of use.

He looks different, but she knows it's him.

She struggled to sit up from the bed, but he is there like always to help her.

"My dove" Nero whispered and hugged her tightly.

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