"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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7.8k words: a summary of this chapter: the reader and armin end on a civil note. but the lack of warmth leads her elsewhere. her heart and head may differ, but her heart overrules. armin holds sincerity within his words, causing you to remain conflicted. there's trust, but is the foundation heavily stable?
a summary of acts: violence, mental breakdowns, talks of suicide, suicidal thoughts, humiliation, anger, consoling, crying, fluff, jealousy, feeling hopeless, miscommunication, feeling emotionally negected, self-harm, deep talks and potentially more topics. a/n: enjoy this chapter, 'cause I'm not saying whether it gets better of worse. but I'm gonna quietly shift my sick self out of here. 🫶🏾 — mind errors.
The night remains heavy within your eyes. You were unable to slumber, tossing and turning, unable to adjust to the bitterness within your shared bed. Your heart remained thudding, sweat adorning your forehead as you sat up, disdainful of the kicks from your child. The light movements were beginning to agitate you; your baby was so lively at night. It was ruining your chances of attaining sleep — Armin usually helped with this.
But currently, he was perhaps sleeping in the guest bedroom, gifting you space. A part of you frowns, saddened at the fact that he was bundled up in another room, away from you. He would always be swift to assure you, comforting you and holding your stomach before it got too uncomfortable. He would do this constantly for you, especially as you had surpassed the six months marker, the kicks growing rather intense.
At first, they weren't as prominent, but now, you were able to experience ones that were beginning to ruin your sleep. So, you decided it was best to leave the bed, and head to the kitchen to eat. You were fond of being able to go to the kitchen, at night, allowing yourself to eat by yourself. Armin was rarely awake at this time, so you held no mere reason to worry about all there was — you wouldn't encounter him.
As you peeled the covers off of you, allowing yourself to momentarily sit up, you caught your breath. Afterwards, you cradle your stomach, allowing yourself to stand — as you did so. You glance at yourself in your ample mirror, ambling around the room, fixated on your ample baby bump. You were becoming larger than you already were, but your bump was so beautiful — you loved it. Even so, you were so desperate for your pregnancy to end, it wasn't as gracious as many portrayed it to be.
