❝𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞
conflicting, that was all to say about this tale...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑.
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mind errors.
Your eyes fluttered open as you regained your consciousness from resting. Your body was buried within the plush sheets, sheets so soft you felt as if you wanted to succumb to the want of sleep once more. Your body felt sore, sore to a point in which you didn't know if you would be able to walk or not. But in your mind, you knew you had to get out of the comfortable bed and leave, you couldn't be with Eren right now, it didn't feel right, but at the same time it did; the guilt consumed you.
It still felt rather bizarre that Eren out of everyone had taken your virginity, but you didn't mind a single bit. The way he had made you feel was so hard to put into mere words, the experience was whimsical, you were left breathless as he took care of your body in foreign ways. You didn't realise you were slowly forming a smile, until you snapped out of your thoughts that seemed to never stop pouring in. You didn't want to taint your thoughts, you didn't want to become heavily involved with him, or did you? You had blurred your friendship with him now, all because you thought with your heart instead of your head.
You were on the verge of moving until you came to the sheer realisation you were resting between Eren's arms. Your breathing hitched mildly as he was pressed against you, his breath fanning against your neck lightly and fingers grazing the hoodie that rested on your figure. Fear overwhelmed you as your awareness of the situation had settled within your stomach. You needed to leave the house without Jean or anyone else discovering you.
Being gentle, you picked up Eren's arm with a light force, removing it off of your waist before doing the same with the other. You took extra precaution as you dreaded the thought of waking him up as he slept so peacefully without any care in the world. If you were to turn around and see the light smile dusted upon his perfect features, you, as many girls would, would have never left his side, only melting into the embrace his arms offered.
You didn't want to melt into his embrace, but a part of you did. You wanted to stay with him longer, but morally, it was all rather wrong. You weren't supposed to be here, this wasn't supposed to be like this, he didn't even like you like this. What if he was just using you for your body? You had allowed him to view the most intimate parts of you with no restrain, feel upon every aspect of you — be inside of you, place his lips against yours in a way that still had a clouded meaning. He hadn't confirmed his feelings with you, stating you were his, it differed from 'I like you' or 'I love you'. You were rather scared about if he was going to ghost you, you were rather nervous. It felt like you were finally coming to the realisation.
