"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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a summary of this chapter: a few years have gone by, allowing armin and the reader to prove their sincerity. their hearts lay within a fixed place, disregarding any room for a negative question to remain.
they linger so heartily with their two little girls, with no more than joy and prosperity reigning upon their beautifully melodic hearts.
a/n: this is the ending for two am; thank you for reading. I'm grateful for everyone who decided to stick around, along with basically watching my writing mature. if anyone cared to realise, two am is based on sza's song: 2 am. enough of this rambling, enjoy their ending. there are no longer two endings.
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Smitten, carefully holding Elara's hand, you softly hum. You softly hum whilst you glimpse down at your almost-four-year-old, incapable of shedding your smile at how much she resembles Armin.
Adorably, she and Thea remain extremely identical to Armin —exhibiting beautifully even characteristics of you and Armin.
You love your little girls so much, particularly with how much care your husband, Armin, displays.
Lovingly, he had decided to propose on Thea's second birthday — applying a beautiful amount of care to the entirety of the situation. The entirety of the situation before he enables himself into marrying you on Elara's third birthday, gifting you a glee you grow incapable of shedding.
Everyone always proposed that the both of you would fail to work, but the both of you remain the happiest you have ever remained.
Not a single person could measure up to the significance of Armin within your life, paving you upon a beautiful path that invokes your tender heart into pattering so effortlessly.
If you are capable of choosing Armin a million times over, you would conduct yourself into doing so. Since every ounce of you falls exuberant towards adapting to a hyphenated version of your names, gifting your two little girls a mixture of yours and his surname.
"Mwmmy, where's pwpa?" Listening to Elara's gentle words, you glimpse down at your little girl. Your little girl whilst you aid her with conducting her movements, glancing at the beauty of her styled hair.
