Warm rays of yellow peeked through the ice-white curtains behind the headboard of Persephone's bed, along with a symphony of sweet chirps that blended in a mellow harmony, filling the room with a comforting ambience. 

The dark night had trickled by in a seamless dance.

Of course, this wouldn't have been possible were it not for Anna's presence, who right now was in a state as calm as slumbering lakes. Until Persephone woke her up with a tickle war.

Ironically, the belligerent lost to the pacifist.

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PERSEPHONE'S POV:-

"Ah- wtf did you- Hey, NO!!-" protested Anna as I bit her finger to free myself from her monstrous grasp. 

'Damn, she got strong.'  I thought to myself, noticing the faint marks on my left arm.

I turned to look at Anna. 

Soft tresses of inky blue covered the majority of her forehead, a few bangs hiding her vision from view. She rubbed her eyes, and yawned before removing a few strands that had managed to get caught in her mouth. Gross...but cute.

Her pale skin now basked in the glory of the warm light, the grey hues of her eyes now glinting like little gems. 

To say she was just beautiful was an understatement. Her cold demeanour, for others anyway, contrasted to my golden retriever-like persona. Despite the reserved aura, she held herself with a dignified grace that reduced me to a happy pup in front of her. I could just hope I was a cute pup at the least.

'If only I weren't aromantic,' I sighed. 

I had tried to find 'love' countless times, but I could never feel anything remotely close to romantic attraction. People like me were called heartless, some said I just need the 'right' one. If it were that simple, I would've already confessed to Anna. 'Nah, who am I kidding...'

You can't confess to someone you have no romantic feelings for, except for admiration. Deep admiration at that. It's not like I can say 'Hey, I really like you in an objective manner and owing to my human instinct of wanting a life partner, your fantastic looks and our amazing friendship, would you want to be in a loveless platonic relationship with me?'

Knowing that I can never feel for people the way they do, want me to, crushed me. It hurt me more and more each day. Mostly because I knew Anna liked me. 

I saw the way her eyes crinkled in a genuine smile at my sight, how her body literally screamed to be closer to me every moment we got together. It was an unpleasant feeling, for this lack of an innate romantic desire burned in me a disgust for romance. And that guilt killed me more than anything else.

"...ood" Anna mumbled something.

"W-What?" I asked, suddenly being forced out of my self-loathing.

"Give me food," she continued. "Banana pancakes if po-*yawn*-ssible."

A faint smile crept onto my lips, gazing at the sleepy, drooly mess I called my best friend.

"Sure." I spoke then slipped into the kitchen. 

After a few moments had passed in my self-induced somber silence, I remembered something. Today was a special day, and I knew just the thing to spice it up.