Just a drabble for the ship mês fanfiction contest!
He jokes. She laughs.
He rants. She argues.
He denies it.
She denies it.
Wilson would tell you they’re still little kids, fighting just to see who would win.
Cameron would tell you they’re in love, and fighting’s just his way of showing it.
He would tell you amor doesn’t exist, just the need for another.
But isn’t that the definition of love? The need for another?
She would tell you she may have had feelings for him once, but she’s not sure they exist anymore.
But is amor something that ever leaves?
She would tell you she’s tired of...
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