[“The time we have left with them,” Armin says, like this won’t last. It stabs through her, a cold shock that leaves her gasping. And—
[She doesn’t have it in her to scream. Fuck, she is tired of this; tired of curling and choking, of crying and whining and bitching and blaming. Abrupt as a death throe, Aubrey tries to wrench around. It doesn’t matter, it’s still pitch black, but she wants to see Armin. To see his beautiful, broken face; to hold him tight until his voice in his throat matches the hurt in his head; to kiss him again, and again, and again, until they can think of nothing else.
[He deserves better than her, better than this. But for once in her stupid mistake of a life, Aubrey can try to focus on someone else.]
It’s Hell, Armin. [And yet it’s still a miserable noise. She reaches for his face. Despite every stupid impulse, this is as far as she’ll go.] It’s Hell, and we… we have each other.
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[“The time we have left with them,” Armin says, like this won’t last. It stabs through her, a cold shock that leaves her gasping. And—
[She doesn’t have it in her to scream. Fuck, she is tired of this; tired of curling and choking, of crying and whining and bitching and blaming. Abrupt as a death throe, Aubrey tries to wrench around. It doesn’t matter, it’s still pitch black, but she wants to see Armin. To see his beautiful, broken face; to hold him tight until his voice in his throat matches the hurt in his head; to kiss him again, and again, and again, until they can think of nothing else.
[He deserves better than her, better than this. But for once in her stupid mistake of a life, Aubrey can try to focus on someone else.]
It’s Hell, Armin. [And yet it’s still a miserable noise. She reaches for his face. Despite every stupid impulse, this is as far as she’ll go.] It’s Hell, and we… we have each other.