"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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7.5k words. summary: y/n and armin explore france, but the Eiffel Tower dictates a decision that will change both their lives. armin still has some unresolved issues, so will he step it up and take responsibility for his actions, too? or, will he allow his suppression to get the best of his world with you? the box that's built with love by you, can it help do the unimaginable?
The earliness of the morning grasps your attention as you stir within Armin's grasp, being able to feel and recall every movement his tender fingers made against your stomach. He remained lulled to sleep beside you, while you remained awake. A certain nauseous feeling casting over your body. There was nothing to empty this time, you had to rest here and endure the dreariness of the feeling that tapped into the sacred parts of your body — you weren't liking this new experience.
You attempt to allow time to pass as this nausea remains, somewhat making you want to cry, as you couldn't endure the feeling. It was mild, but it was still horrible. You're attempting to collect yourself as you're between Armin's toned arms, but even they don't feel as if they're enough in this pending situation. You were extremely uncomfortable, it hurt not to be able to express the fact discomfort plagued your body with ease.
But despite the discomfort you felt, you couldn't help but hear a gentle vibration against the table that was set aside nearby you. The vibrations after vibrations were rather taunting, causing you to think with selfish quickness, inching the phone closer to you as you attempted to scan if it was either yours or Armin's. Nonetheless, after your finger rested against the screen, it made it bitterly apparent that this phone was Armin's, and dire notifications from Annie spewed in. You were playing a rather dangerous game with his iPhone buried between your fingers. Yet, the moment you saw a single notification, you decide to allow the phone to rest in its original resting spot.
The text read: Armin, I know we weren't on the best of terms, but you can't just leave me on my own, constantly. We have dinner with our parents today, and you still haven't shown up — I haven't even spoken to you once. You may not love me, but at least play the part where you love me, where you want me, where you need me. You knew how important this dinner is, but you still bailed. You're like a closed door, and you're so selfish, I fucking hate you, Armin.
