𝚁 𝙴 𝙵 𝙻 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 | 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 - 𝚂 𝙸 𝚇

(Y/N)'s POV:

I didn't feel the sunlight on my face when I awoke the next morning—nor did I feel the temperature of my shower water. I ignored the needs my body was screaming at me to fix—needs of hunger and thirst.

My mind was empty, somewhere else entirely—yet I couldn't see where it was. It seemed to have escaped me, leaving my body behind as an empty shell.

And I wish it had taken me there, too. Wherever it had gone.

So I laid, my body having given up on trying, the same way my mind did. All I did was stay in bed, watching my window as day faded into night over and over again, for days on end.

I stayed that way, giving in to the helplessness, for an entire week.

I didn't hear from anyone during that time. Not Eren, not my friends... The only person who ever bothered to try and talk to me was my mother.

I assumed she thought I was acting this way because it was spring break and I didn't technically have to leave my room. Which was good. Good that she didn't realize the truth.

But I still didn't have the energy to respond aside from nodding or shaking my head, despite not really paying attention to what she said to me.

I didn't say a word to anyone all week. The 8 or so days passed by in a blur. Everything felt like it was in slow-motion, yet it also went by extremely quickly.

All I did was watch the weather—the sunny days, the days full of rain and wind, and the days where it was merely a sheet of grey clouds across the sky. I watched the trees, and listened to the birds in the morning. I'd fall asleep staring out my window each night.

I left my bed only for my body's needs, but would come right back to it afterwards.

It was relaxing, not caring anymore. I supposed I never really cared about anything anyway. All I had cared about was what Sasha would think of me, but now—now I didn't care about that either.

And so I slowly but surely let myself go, that blanket of Eren's truthful words weighing over me and keeping me pinned to my bed. Leaving me incapable of anything at all.

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Eren's POV:

I heard a knock on my bedroom door, and I looked up from my seat at my desk to see Armin pop his head in.

It'd been a few days since my outburst with (Y/N), and with every day that passed, I felt more and more relieved. Relieved that another day passed where I didn't have to face her after what I'd said.

But even then, the guilt haunted me.

"Eren," my best friend said, coming up to me. "I haven't heard from you in three days."

I frowned at him. "I didn't know I had to give you a daily update of what's going on in my life," I snapped. Armin raised his eyebrows at me, and I sighed. "Sorry, I just... never mind."

"Did something happen?" He asked softly, taking a seat at the edge of my bed next to me.

"Why do you assume something happened?" I questioned flatly, feigning confusion.