A/N: HELLO AGAIN, . :D
It's been... ages. AGES. ...Okay, so a year and a half since I last updated my stories, but still. AGES.

I've recently gotten back into writing massive amounts of fluffy fanfiction, but before I post my awesome newer stuff, I decided I'll try to sync up my deviantArt page (where all of my Hanna fanfic is posted) with . THEN I'll post the cooler stuff I have.

With that out of the way...
Coming up today is the beginning of my 13-part angsty nonsense between Hanna and our favorite zombie. Honestly, I haven't edited it since I posted it on dA, so it might still be kind of shit. But that's okay, because here it is anyway. I'll post one to two parts a day until it's finished, then I'll move on to the rest of my un-posted HiNaBN stories, and finally onto more interesting stuff.

SO! If you want more Hanna, be on the lookout for that!

Cheers- And it's good to see you all again. (x

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I had moved in with Hanna almost automatically; there really wasn't any question as to where I would be staying once I found him. He invited me in, took me in, and we easily cohabitated. What I didn't expect, however, was that it was a limited engagement.

"Hanna." He proffered the suitcase again, and ignored the pained expression on my face. "Hanna," I repeated, but accepted it nonetheless.

"We agreed," he said, staring at his stocking feet. His voice was barely audible. "Please don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."

Hanna, please don't, I wanted to plead. I wanted to fall to my knees and absolutely beg. But he was right. I did agree, and begging would only serve to make this entire situation worse than it already was.

We stood for a bit, Hanna staring at his feet, I at him. I hoped against hope he would realize how wrong this was and change his mind.

But no such luck. He finally looked up at me, and his expression was defiant, mouth set in a straight line.

"I love you." It came out a little tumbled, but I knew Hanna understood it.

He shook his head. "Not any more."

I winced; his voice was collected, cold even, when I felt mine would break, shatter, and words wouldn't come. Something in my chest gave an uncomfortable twang.

This was it, then. I leaned down, hesitated, then placed a kiss on Hanna's forehead. His face registered no change in emotion, and he stood stock still.

I turned a bit and took a step away. I glanced back in time to catch Hanna's tears before the door was shut definitively in my face.

Then I was at Worth's.

Apparently, two days had passed. What I had done or where I had gone, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that my arm was (literally) hanging by a thread, Conrad had found me, and I ended up here. I guess there was some walking involved, even though I can't imagine my legs moving away from that door.

"And you're sure you don't remember anything?" Conrad repeated for what was the third time as Worth roughly sewed my arm back in place. With a similar twang, I noted his hands were not quite as gentle as Hanna's.

"Very little," I confirmed. "I left the apartment; I think I might have been in the park because I remember birds."

"And why'd yeh leave in th' first place?" Worth interjected.

"I… I agreed to."

"Why would you agree to that?" Conrad asked, sounding almost exasperated.

"Because Hanna was right. We were getting tired of each other. We were constantly at each others' throats, and it was time for us to go our separate ways."

"And… and what, you're okay with this?"

No. In what world would Conrad even consider that I was okay with this? "Yes," I said.

He sighed, pushing his glasses up and rubbing his eyes, muttering something about problematic relationships.

Worth finished stitching my arm and pushed away on his rolling chair. He skidded to a stop next to Conrad, and they both looked at me.

"Now what?" Conrad asked finally. "What are you going to do now?"

If only I knew, Conrad.