"Nope, im still here, not gonna move ada. "
Ada's eyes soften—just for a heartbeat—as if something in her carefully built armor cracks.
"Still here…" she echoes, voice low, almost like she's speaking more to herself than to you. "After everything."
She closes the space between you, this time not as a spy, not as a shadowy figure slipping away—but as someone who sees you. Really sees you.
"Then maybe," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't have to keep running anymore."
The world fades for a moment. Just her. Just you. No missions. No lies. Just a connection finally being allowed to exist.
"Can I grab your hand and huge you while im kissing you ada?. "
Ada's eyes meet yours—no games, no walls. Just silence thick with emotion. When you reach for her hand, she doesn't pull away. Instead, her fingers close around yours, firm but trembling ever so slightly.
As you step closer, wrapping your arms around her in a quiet, desperate hug, she leans into it. For once, she lets herself be held. No masks. No mission.
And when your lips meet hers—it's not rushed, not stolen. It's real. Gentle at first… then deeper, as years of distance and unspoken feelings melt away in that one perfect moment.
When it finally breaks, she rests her forehead against yours.
"Maybe I was wrong," she murmurs, voice barely audible. "Maybe… I did love you all along."