AN: So! Here I am, back with MOAR HANNA. :D
Those of you who follow me on deviantArt will recognize this story. I just really suck at keeping both dA and updated with the same writings. :P

I wrote this because, at the time, I was having trouble with a guy. No longer! :D But it was a good piece of writing nonetheless, so here it is for you. It was written with the song "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City in mind, and that's also where the title comes from.

I will be updating at least once a week with some Hanna-related something or another, since I have an extreme backlog of Hanna writing I have yet to post. So keep an eye out for that!

Enjoy-

h e a v y d o s e o f a t m o s p h e r e

"Hanna- "

"No! No, no, no!" The redhead put his hands over his ears, shaking his head furiously and squeezing his eyes shut. I suspect to keep the tears from flowing, but it didn't work. As they dripped down his cheeks, I felt a very painful twinge in my chest. I took a step forward.

"Go away!" he screamed. "Just… just get out!"

"Hanna, please, I'm- "

"I said go away!"

I winced at his tone, the command that I had hoped to never hear. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to solve this.

But most of all, I wanted Hanna to be happy. And if me leaving would make him happy, then that's what I would do.

As I took up my hat and jacket, I listened to him sob quietly on his bed. I hesitated at the door. "Hanna."

"No. Get out."

Without another word, I obliged, opening the door, stepping out, and closing it quietly behind me.

I'm not even sure what we argued about. I think it was something along the lines of the fact that the succubus in our last case caused some trouble. She had managed to seduce Hanna, and if I hadn't been there, he probably wouldn't have gotten out alive. But that's not what caused the problems. When I finally managed to get Hanna out of his lovesick stupor, he growled at me, glaring, ready to hit me. I flinched, but the hit never came. What did come was almost more painful.

"What the hell is your problem?" he had shouted at me. "You think that just because we're living together, you alone can have me?"

No. No, I had told him, the fact that we were dating, had kissed, had had sex made me feel that I alone could have him.

Apparently that meant nothing.

I found myself at the park. It was late; or early. I really wasn't sure of the time, though I could place it somewhere in the four am hour. I sat in the grass on a hill, leaning back and laying on the soft verdant carpet to stare up at the sky.

Maybe it was just that it was our first real fight; maybe it was that it wasn't resolved with a simple "I love you" and a kiss.

I closed my eyes.

"Apollo, look!" Hanna whispered, pointing up at the sky. I did just in time to see a bright flash streak across the sky.

I'm not sure how long I laid there in the grass. By the time I opened my eyes, the horizon was turning light blue. I sighed and closed my eyes again. It wasn't the same watching the night turn into day without Hanna next to me, pointing up at the stars as his other hand entwined with mine.

Hanna leaned over me, smiling. He said nothing, but leaned down to kiss me. I ran my fingers through his messy hair, taming it for a moment.

Somehow, when I thought of him, I didn't feel so alone.