Forget Me Not || Ron and Ali
Ron left his bedroom with an overwhelming need to find Ana, his ex-girlfriend. Something inside of him screamed that she was still alive, despite thinking otherwise before. It was only the sight of a girl in his living room that stopped him from racing out to his motorbike. He felt a bizarre tug towards her, as if something inside of him needed the stranger. That, combined with her brown hair and the fact that she was in his apartment, had him convinced that it was Anastasia. He walked up behind her, his arms snaking around her waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Ana, thank fuck you're here," he whispered, holding her a little tighter, nothing ever having felt more right. But it was wrong. Ana had always been a little bit to short for him, meaning he had to lean down to hug her. This girl fit perfectly in his arms, too perfectly. He stumbled back, catching sight of the girls face. "Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?"