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Valentine's Special - [Annie]

Soft snow fell silently from the cloudy sky, gray with a hint of blue pallor, the hue of a hidden sun striving to showcase itself in a sea of pale pastel saturation. The air was halcyon and hung around all configurations conglomerated scantily upon the cold surface of white. Sidewalks were completely covered and the roads, empty, provided settlement for slabs of solid ice. The hour was not quite so early as to have no signs of life, nor so late as to have much of them. In part, the weather contributed to such a phenomenon.

The other, of course, lay behind closed doors inside a small flat, stationed on the corner of a quaint neighborhood, where two slight roads bisected one another, parallel to the petite sidewalks that joined in a similar nature. No snow dusted the floors inside. Unlike the winter wonderland outdoors, all was warm.

Especially warm, of course, within her arms.

A billion blizzards could have obliterated the earth just a wall away and neither of the two intertwined forms would have batted an eyelash. Partially this was attributed to their closed eyes and soft rise and fall of their chests, perfectly aligned with one another, following the same rhythm as if marching to a joyous procession conducted by love itself, their inhales and exhales gently tingling the skin and rustling the hair of their counterpart and their counterpart returning the unconscious unbinding of one another's hearts. They were melded together in an enraptured embrace. Each had found nirvana; entered the ultimate state of euphoria.

It was a heaven so simply brought about by a small act of affection.

It was a heaven so simply shattered by the stirring mind of one girl.

Somewhere along the lines of last night and this morning your eyelashes had parted, so very gently and noticeably that had it been under any other condition nothing would've resulted from it. Of course, things were rather different for you that morning.

You were jolted wide awake as soon as you saw the flash of blonde hair.

At the sight of her petite frame, you'd started, startled in your own skin, flying back so quickly it was amazing your flesh didn't tear from your bones in sheer shock. Why were you - why were you with her?

Why was she with you?

Why were Annie Leonhart, the definition of beauty, and [y/n] [l/n] in the same bed?

Your heart accelerated in your chest a million miles a minute before fluctuating briefly and returning to its normal state as a flood of memories came flooding back from your tired mind. Suddenly the abrupt pallor of her skin, standing in sharp contrast with the deep, dark red that stained her cheeks and nose, and the faint smell of chicken soup wafting through the room, and the fragile, vulnerable look lying atop her otherwise unbreakably stoic face all made sense.

With a soft inhale you reached out, gingerly, to feel her forehead.

As unnatural heat coursed throughout your body, travelling down your fingertips to your very core, you slowly withdrew, careful not to tickle her with yet another intrepid touch. The fever was still ever-present, all-encompassing, all-consuming, until the strong outer appearance of the girl had faded into a hollow shell, in desperate need of help.

When she'd dialed your cell at two in the morning last night you hadn't even given her time to talk after hitting the green accept button. Rather, you'd yelled "I'm coming, Annie!" and jumped in your car without a second thought. You didn't care if the roads were icy. You didn't care if it was nearly pitch-black outdoors. You didn't care that your seatbelt had been improperly buckled or that the flashing orange light and overly-aggressive beeping warning signals had soon followed.