Armin never was one for sleeping alone, no matter the case. He enjoyed the warmth of sleeping next to others' warm bodies for eight years. During his ninth year he would have night terrors accompanied by horrifying nightmares once his parents passrd away in the tragic car accident that had almost blinded him. For six years, seemingly endless nights were filled with screaming. Mornings came drenched in a cold sweat.
He hated sleeping alone.
For fiteen years Jean didn't mind if he slept alone. It was quiet. Peaceful. That changed during his sixteenth year when his best friend -- better known as his childhood friend, Marco Bodt -- died while on a hiking trip, accompanied by the deaths of fellow hikers Thomas, Mina, Mylius and Nac, the disappearances of Hannah and Franz, and the critical injuring of his rival Eren. Silent nights became loud with the echoing of his thoughts and regrets. They became bitter without the sound of an old friend's laughter when he stayed over. Mornings came with the bed unusually cold on one side.
He loathed sleeping alone.
The two met while visiting Eren in the hospital after the accident. Eren's former friend met Eren's former rival. The fearful dreamer met the loathing sleeper -- they grew close and began to hold one another dear, even as Eren recovered and moved on from them.
They shared the same bed whenever possible.
Armin's eighteenth year of life came around with Jean's nineteenth. They officially lived together and shared the same bed every night. The dreamer was no longer afraid of his dreams, and the sleeper came to love the night rather than loathe it.
They truly loved one another.
Jean never made it through his nineteenth year.
It ended after a break-in at the couple's home. Armin, wounded but desperate, did all he could to keep the wounded alive while waiting for the paramedics.
The culprit was never caught.
Armin wasn't allowed to sleep in the same bed as the injured without permission.
Jean wasn't awake to allow it.
The two would have slept alone that night; the flatline sounded befote morning ever came.
The sleeper never woke.
Armin would have spent most of his eighteenth year alone in a cold bed, waking to empty mornings. He was never head from. He was never seen outside the home.
Connie - a new father recently engaged - was the one to check on the dreamer.
He found Armin in the bathtub, water stained red, life drained from open wrists.
He passed days before his nineteenth birthday.
The dreamer ceased to dream.
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Asleep Together :: Jearmin
Fanfiction:: Hello! This is Oni, and this is my first fic to post anywhere - please bear with me. uvu This is a Jearmin, and caution is heeded for those sensitive to suicide or anything of the sort. Many thanks. Enjoy. ::
