Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

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A Life Before Unlived (FINALE)

10:49:22 PM

31 December 2039

Little flakes of snow encrusted the railing of your apartment balcony as they flurried through the chilly air. Some fell on your sleeves for your arms loosely hung off of the metal bar; sometimes they landed on your face as they blew into the small opening between the overhang and the ground you stood upon. Tiny droplet-sized icicles clung tightly to the lip of the awning, frozen in place as husks of their former selves.

It was about ten minutes until the New Year's bells would chime, followed by the sound of cheers of those nine stories beneath you and popping fireworks that would light the sky above the city. Connor was busy working the night shift as an officer in the Toronto Police Service, helping to tame the mass congestion of traffic that was slowly flooding the streets. You were so lucky that he was so dedicated to his job, but you couldn't help but wish that he were here with you.

You missed him terribly, especially now. When the fireworks lit up the sky in announcement of the new year, you wanted to so badly grab his cheeks and just kiss him like your life depended on doing so. But you knew he would be there when you woke up the next morning, sleeping peacefully next to your body as if he'd been there the entire night.

A sigh left your chapped lips at the depressing thought, your freezing cold fingers clutching the blanket wrapped around you just a little bit tighter. The peppy news anchors chatted away their excitement on the TV playing just through the sliding glass doors, the volume barely loud enough to where you could hear them checking in with every passing minute.

But with passing minute, your desperation for Connor grew stronger and stronger.

It mutated into a jealous growth, a feeling of envy towards those officers that would be there with him when the clock struck twelve. You wished you would've been one of those officers, but the PTSD from your last "assignment" struck too hard a nerve inside of you; you just couldn't bring yourself to join the main bulk of the force in fear of being kidnapped or assaulted again. Connor understood your concerns 100%, and supported your desire to work as a simple correctional officer at the court downtown.

"We're now only five minutes away from 2040, and just look at the crowd of people that have gathered here!" The anchor enthused, her announcement only making you feel more and more miserable than before.

You stared down at the streets below and at the happy people walking along the sidewalks with drinks in their hands. Some of them wore hats or headbands with bold lettering that spelled out "Happy New Year!," and most of the children you spotted wore fluorescent glowsticks around their necks or wrists.

Seeing those children made you think about the fact that you, biologically speaking, couldn't have kids with Connor. For obvious reasons, of course. You never really had a strong desire to have kids, but being lonely and in love made you think crazy things. The two of you could just adopt an android child, but that still sounded like too much work for your liking. They were still technically built to act like real children.

"And now we're three short minutes away!..."

You heard the sound of the sliding glass door open and then shut close again, but you were too deep in thought to actually register what the sound meant. It set in when you felt the familiar feeling of arms around your waist, clasping together strongly at the front of the blanket.

You didn't even check to see who it was; you just melted into their touch, leaning back ever so slightly into the flat chest accompanying them.

"Your body temperature is low, my love. You might want to head inside," Connor warned, earning a frown from you in return.