[Armin's eyes fall closed, tears dripping into the blackness. He can't see it, but they burst in little ripples of faint light against the ground.]
I love you.
[They never said it enough. It can never be said enough. You wake up in the morning, and by the time you're lying in bed at night, you've lost something you couldn't imagine living without yesterday.]
I… I love you, too. [There’s no hesitation to the sentiment. She just wants it out without a crack—but oh, is it a desperate thing. They’ll never say it enough.] I love you, Armin.
[He won’t see her lean, but he’ll feel the tug from trembling fingers, the brush against the tip of his nose, the shaking breath on his lips.] I love you, Armin… [And she tries her damndest to kiss him.]
[It's hard not to fumble in the dark, but Armin's had to do so before. They're still holding each other's faces. It isn't hard to find her. Their noses brush, then bump blindly, but the kiss is found. Armin thinks he'll never kiss someone again like it isn't the last time - desperate, warm, bleeding. It'll never be enough, but he'd never reject it.
[Such bloody, precious hearts they have. They need to breathe, but Aubrey doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to mangle it, even for all they’re aching, even when Armin’s promise stabs her anew. Hell is being gouged alive and having to keep breathing. And they were so sweet before…]
[We’ll find each other. I’ll never stop searching. She didn’t when the world howled empty. Why now....]
[A hand finds his nape, clasps it. It’s so practiced by now; it was Sunny last time, Eren before. When will she see them again? When will anyone ever hold them again? Aubrey can only say she won’t let go. The world doesn’t care about keeping promises.]
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[Armin's eyes fall closed, tears dripping into the blackness. He can't see it, but they burst in little ripples of faint light against the ground.]
I love you.
[They never said it enough. It can never be said enough. You wake up in the morning, and by the time you're lying in bed at night, you've lost something you couldn't imagine living without yesterday.]
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[Are the drops on her hands her own or his?]
I… I love you, too. [There’s no hesitation to the sentiment. She just wants it out without a crack—but oh, is it a desperate thing. They’ll never say it enough.] I love you, Armin.
[He won’t see her lean, but he’ll feel the tug from trembling fingers, the brush against the tip of his nose, the shaking breath on his lips.] I love you, Armin… [And she tries her damndest to kiss him.]
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[I'll find you time and time again. I promise.]
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[Such bloody, precious hearts they have. They need to breathe, but Aubrey doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to mangle it, even for all they’re aching, even when Armin’s promise stabs her anew. Hell is being gouged alive and having to keep breathing. And they were so sweet before…]
[We’ll find each other. I’ll never stop searching. She didn’t when the world howled empty. Why now....]
[A hand finds his nape, clasps it. It’s so practiced by now; it was Sunny last time, Eren before. When will she see them again? When will anyone ever hold them again? Aubrey can only say she won’t let go. The world doesn’t care about keeping promises.]
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