"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮?"
❛... A certain time we dwell upon as our bodies swirl as one, hearts bind and sever our purity of the outside world. our bodies misty, the air rough and blissfully clammy, yet neither of us...
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6.3k words. summary: y/n and armin arrive in france, but the feeling of potential news sets her off in ways she was unaware of. the scares that take place within a few hours in France has her rethinking her life, visibly split by the decision she was set to make. can she get past this all without making a decision that she'll heavily regret? Phones remain on, but are they meant to be intruded on? light smut: oral (f). I don't want to see any mean comments. if I do see them, your comments are getting deleted.
A large portion of hours had passed, ultimately landing your frame in France, but you were scarcely able to wholeheartedly recall all the events that had taken place between you and Armin. You had roughly spent almost every second beside him, resting on his shoulder, too tired to bring yourself to remain with your eyes vividly open as you sat in the aeroplane. It was a long flight, so you had to spill life back into your worn-out body. You were just so tired to continue with your day, and your headache never once subsided, permanently.
The two of you had settled at a luxury home Armin owned, slumbering in the warm comfort of your satin sheets as you both rested in your shared bed, too tired to continue the day as it was roughly two am when the both of you had finally landed in France.
Armin's body remained entangled with your own as you remained awoken by a distasteful feeling within you, you felt as if you were due to regurgitating all the food that rested within you. You hated your body in this overwhelming moment, it seemed as if it wasn't set to pass. You only realise you were set to leave Armin's grasp. You yearned to head to the bathroom, too paranoid with the thought of dealing with this newly found nausea instead of resting within your sheets — you were keen to take your phone with you.
You're careful with your movements as you dart out of your side, careful you haven't stirred Armin's frame awake in such a vital moment. You were scared for yourself for the next coming moments, they splayed an unpleasant feeling within your body as you rose, setting your phone within your grasp. You trailed your way over to the bathroom, furthest away from the room you and Armin settled in.
You were cemented with unpleasant fear, your nausea overwhelming you as you trailed out the room, the auto-light embedding onto your frame. It was as if you had been caught red-handed, a criminal within the crime scene.
