Hate Me | Eren Yeager

2. The Bedsheets

The cadence of traffic greets your ears as you wake, the early morning light is dim through the curtains. The sheets next to you are empty and cold.

You roll over and grab your phone off the charger, it's 5:26 a.m, work starts at 6. You scroll through Instagram and Snapchat, listening to the sound of the shower running. Eren starts work at 7, if he hasn't already quit yet.

You open the Snapchat from Mikasa, it's a closeup of her blanket with a question mark. That's right, you drank an entire bottle of wine last night, and not just any wine - shitty, cheap wine from the grocery store. You briefly remember sending her some lengthy rant about random gibberish, she probably couldn't understand half of it.

You reply to her in the chats:

Me
Sorry Mikasa, I got really drunk last night.

Eventually, she replies.

Mikasa
It's fine lol
Are you okay?

Me
Yeah
I just got into a little fight with Eren after he came home

Mikasa
He's back?
Where has he been?

Me
He said he was with Zeke this whole time but I kinda doubt that

Mikasa
Is that all he said

Me
Yeah

Mikasa
Seriously what's wrong with Eren I'll tell him to apologize properly next time I see him.
Anyways do you want to get lunch with Sasha and I?

Me
Sure, my shift ends at 11

Mikasa
K I'll text you the place

You breath a heavy sigh and put your phone down. It's nice to have friends to talk to sometimes, but truthfully you rarely hang out with them or open up. You even find yourself getting bored of their company if you talk to them for too long, it isn't healthy.

Your phone lights up with another daily reminder for your birth control.

The sheets rustle as you leave the safety of you and Eren's bed, walking over to the closet.

This place really needs a clean.

More clothes scour the flour of your closet, you can't tell which side is yours anymore. Luckily, you manage to find one clean pair of work clothes left.

You change into them and brush your knotted hair, deciding to be decent and at least take the build up of hair out.

You're not going to bother taking a shower, you'll get flour and crumbs all over you anyways.

The chill air of the fridge greets you, but that's all that came to say good morning. Old takeout boxes and random condiments are all to be found.

Looks like I'll just steal a tart from the bakery again.

You close the fridge door and pick up your phone again, it's 5:47, and the bakery is a three minute walk from your apartment. You've got enough time.

Honk honk!

You step out onto the tiny balcony, sitting in one of the two old chairs centered around the table, Eren's box of cigarettes and a lighter on top, which you dig into.

Peace finds you as you inhale deeply from the cigarette, exhaling all your tension and confusion from last night. Hopefully this quiet morning can turn into a quiet day, it's all you want.