No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

when you can't melt into the ground or fly, the best you can do is hug annabelle

I feel my heart stop for a couple moments, then restart at a ridiculously high pace.

I'm not even completely sure she heard me, but her lips part softly and I can feel her breath on my face and the way her eyes are boring into mine tells me she did.

I don't know whether to be embarrassed or happy or terrified or what, but suddenly Annabelle's eyes are crinkling at the sides, and she exhales loudly.

"Well, I'm glad." My stomach twists a bit. "It would have been a bit problematic for me if you didn't." She takes a breath.

"Because I love you, too."

We just look at each other.

And then I smile. She smiles right back at me, and then my arms hang down her back and my nose is just brushing the warm skin of the crook of her neck, and my lips are barely touching the soft material of her shirt. I close my eyes, breathing in her and this moment.

She just holds me, and the feeling is multiplied infinitely by the knowledge that it's not just me.

I smile into her shoulder as I realize that I've becoming less and less dependent on No really, I'm okay as my escape from reality since I met her. She is my escape from reality. She's all the good things I like to imagine when I read it in human form.

But she's real, and she's in front of me, and I can feel her heartbeat. And she's not Annabelle Lee-Davis. She's Annabelle Lev-Damore and that's better than anything I could have hoped for.

She pulls away first, and I miss her warmth already. I look at her, and she looks at me, and I kind of want to kiss her.

Not now, though. I don't think it's the right time and I don't think she does either.

I just look at her, taking it all in. Her skin is lit up in the moonlight, and her eyes have little swirls of gold in them.

I realize that since I met her, I've thought better of myself. She's wanted to talk to me, be with me. And with someone as incredible as her telling you you're amazing, it's hard not to believe it.

Her hand finds its way to my cheek again. It's warm, with the slight exception of her fingertips. I lean into the touch.

"You have really pretty eyes," she murmurs. I blush. "Sometimes they're green and sometimes they're brown and sometimes they're gold and they're beautiful."

"You're beautiful," I respond, almost without thought. She smiles, and her cheeks turn a bit red. So I'm not the only one who blushes at everything.

That's a relief.

She pulls me a bit closer and starts playing with my hair. "I love your hair, too. It's really soft. And don't get me started on your cheeks," she adds, and a grin takes over my face. Her eyes light up, and she smiles. "Like that! When you smile, they go all soft and one of them dimples and then your eyes crinkle and I'm pretty sure I fell for you the first time I saw you."

I simultaneously want to melt into the ground and fly. I settle for hugging Annabelle again.

When we part, she takes my hand and leads me back to her truck. Now Can't Help Falling in Love is playing, and it would feel too perfect. Except nothing can be too perfect obviously, because Annabelle's right here next to me.

a/n: hi everyone

so i was considering not updating, because this has been a really stressful week (and today at noon the world ended) but i figured that you guys would need something really fluffy to get your mind off of things just like i did, so here you go :)

also thanks to AJ (Rose420421) for suggesting can't help falling in love you're great my son *hug*