TWS: Lose your prompt masterlist, lose your sanity. My birthmonth isn't the happiest month I suppose. Anyways, I had to rewrite everything for this one. The prompt was Juliette and Warner in the training room!

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Prompt 3: Happiness is Hard to Find

Complete and utter exhaustion fills whatever's left of my consciousness and pushes me until I collapse to the cold matted ground, knees week and arms barely movable as I groan in immense pain, closing my eyes and fighting back the tears. It's times like these when I truly hated Aaron Warner Anderson, for being such an unmerciful teacher, and myself, for loving this massive pain in the ass.

It's 8:37 in the bloody morning, the day today is Monday, I am inside the Colonel Chief Regent's secret training room in Sector 45, and I have been continuously worn out and defeated by my boyfriend since 2 hours ago.

"Stand up, love. We're minutes away from finishing today's training."

"No," I exhale, my breath running short and my eyes, in their closed state, are seeing all sorts of indescribable shapes and colors.

He sighs. "We won't finish early if you don't focus and win at least once, sweetheart. The stimulation tests in the main base are more difficult than the ones here; it—"

"Can find your weaknesses and use them against you," I interrupt, my composure running short. "You've told me this countless of times, Aaron, and I don't think that pure physical training would help. Not all tests require any physical activity since it depends on the person's fears." My eyes flutter open, slowly. I blink once, twice, venting all my anger towards the blinding white light in this room.

Green eyes.

The next thing I see is him standing beside me, looking at me as if I'm something he's never dealt with before. His eyes are an even mixture of exasperation, impatience and a sort of unspoken understanding towards my demeanor. He's been training me since the past week in preparation for my test, which will be held in the Capital, and so we both have a mutual understanding as to why we're both acting like this. Restlessness and fatigue visited us everyday these past few days that we barely have enough time to think about ourselves. There would even be times when Warner would fall asleep while looking through his paperwork, and times when I would end up snapping at him more than once when we try to handle the problems in the Sector.

We're spending so much of our time and devotion, attending to whatever the Council requests from us, that we would sometimes forget that we're only two young people who've sacrificed so much for the people we love, especially for each other. We've forgotten that I'm only seventeen and he's only nineteen, that this isn't what normal teenagers do.

But we're anything but normal, and it's something we've learned to embrace despite the difficulties.

Warner notices that my mind has drifted away, and this makes him worry. He offers his hand and pulls me up, into his arms,

and time seems to stop for this moment,

these few seconds of nothing but listening to the sound of our breathing while I cling onto him like he's my lifeline.

The stiffness in his posture begins to drift away as we continue to stay like this. 2A boy and a girl with nothing left to lose, grieving for nothing in this godforsaken world and taking whatever the world has to offer in its plate.

"I'm so tired," I say quietly, focusing only on the sensation of his fingers writing down invisible letters and words on my back.

It spells out my name.

And three words. One that I'll never grow tired of.

"I wish I could take away all your doubts and fears," he holds me by the chin and tips it up until my eyes lock with his. Says, "I wish I could carry the weight the world has placed on you."

"I wish I could carry yours," I reply.

Silence.

Then,

"You'll pass the tests, prove to the Council that it's about damn time they give you what you rightfully deserve." There's the unfailing hint of determination in his tone now, and it makes me so jealous of his ability to keep me together at my weakest moments. It's as if he knows what to say no matter what situation we're in, and I admire him for that.

He places a gentle hand on my cheek — it feels as if he thinks I'm glass even if he knows I'm not. For once, I am so grateful for this gesture — and I lean into the warmth of his touch. "You've offered so much for this world, Juliette, and I don't think anyone could be as strong and determined as you have been these past few months. You've done things that people wouldn't have the courage to do," he pauses for a second, leaning in to place a feather-light kiss on my lips. Touches my forehead with his and whispers, "I'm so proud of you."

The world must be so envious of me, I thought.

They must be so envious of Aaron for not sharing his kindness and warmth to the rest of the world. They must hate me for keeping this boy away from them for so long, hiding all the secrets that only I will ever know about, but I am too selfish and too hopelessly in love with him to share his name with everyone else.

People find happiness in the most peculiar and darkest of places, and I found mine in Aaron.

A/n: Thanks for putting up with me for such a long period of time -hug- and I do hope that no one's pissed at me since I'll be posting things as quickly as humanly possible. I apologize for the short prompt, but my mind was in complete chaos the past 2 weeks because of Final Exams. I'll be in America from the 21st to April 9th and Korea from the 10th to 8th I think. Please do remind me about keeping my promises on tumblr. I need as much help as I can possibly get.

More and more people are asking me to write M-rated scenes and I promise you guys that I will write some Warnette sex, though I think I need more time to practice writing these things before I could shamefully share it to the world.