Kiss Me!

William gazed at Ava from head to toe, his eyes tracing every curve and contour, every subtle movement and gesture. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but notice how strikingly similar she was to Paula. The resemblance was uncanny, almost eerie, sending a shiver down his spine.

From the way Ava's hair cascaded down her shoulders to the curve of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes, it was as if Paula's ghost lingered in her presence. Her mannerisms, her gestures, even the sound of her laughter echoed Paula's memory, haunting William with a bittersweet longing.

He found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the past and the present, between longing and resignation. As he continued to observe Ava, a flood of memories washed over him, each one intertwining with the image of Paula, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.