𝚁 𝙴 𝙵 𝙻 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽 | 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙵 𝙾 𝚁 𝚃 𝚈 - 𝙵 𝙾 𝚄 𝚁

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Ah—there she is!" Eren said once I opened the door.

I frowned up at him. "Hello to you, too."

He had a boyish grin on his face. "Ready to go?"

I hesitated. Eren hadn't told me where we were going yet—only to dress warm. And knowing myself, I'd spent the entire afternoon waiting for his damn text messages like some lovesick school girl. But once he'd texted he only gave me the time—no other details.

"Oh, come on, darling—you nervous or something?" he asked, the grin nowhere close to leaving his lips.

My brows shot up at the nickname he hadn't used in so long. "Why would I ever be nervous? It's not like you gave me no details about where we're going or what we're doing—"

He grabbed my wrist, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You worry too much, (Y/N)."

Sighing, I let him drag me out to his car. "I worry the perfect amount."

"Just get in the car," he said, opening the passenger door for me—the action reminding me about the other time I'd been in his car. The day he took me to the beach and began the mending of my shattered heart.

My gut twisted at the memory, reminding me how much we'd been through to get to this point. To think that all those months ago... I would've given anything to not have to be around him. And now it felt like I couldn't get enough time when there was only a month left.

I slid into the car seat, buckling up whilst Eren came over to the drivers seat.

He didn't say anything for a few moments, just sitting in his seat with his hands on the steering wheel—gaze set on me.

I stared back expectantly, waiting for his next move.

Eren looked down at the full expanse of me, and I tried not to let my insecurities show as he observed. I mean, now that I finally cared more about how I appeared and dressed... why did I suddenly care so much more about what he thought of me now—when I used to look like one of the homeless for so long around him?

He smiled softly as he brought his eyes back up to meet mine. "At least you listened and brought a jacket."

I gave him a look. "I get cold easily."

His smile grew, and he finally looked away as he started the car.

Again, I wasn't too fond of not knowing where he was taking me, but I couldn't help but feel excited still. Even though Eren and I declared only friendship between us, seeing him and being around him never failed to make me feel better.

And for the entirety of the drive, we teased and taunted and spoke—keeping each other company with our words.

Eren was finally opening up to me more, which I was forever grateful for. It was almost like he wanted to get everything out before he left. I mean... we both had the knowledge of his leaving hanging over us.

And I was still trying my best to make sure it didn't change my last month with him. I was finally feeling as though I'd healed, my soul overall feeling lighter—mostly because of what he's done for me. And so I was determined to not let a single bad moment come between us for the next thirty days.

But Eren still had his moments, where his eyes would shift, and I could see a different emotion clouding over them. A feeling of regret or guilt... I couldn't tell. But I'd soon forget the sight once he'd change the subject, bringing us into yet another conversation.

"I've never been this way before," I stated, my brows furrowing together as my eyes watched the passing scenery outside the window.

He let out a laugh. "You haven't been many places, have you?"