Poison [[Eren x Reader]]

Chapter 18

The crackling of the fireplace is the only sound throughout the room, on top of Eren's almost silent breathing. He fell asleep around a half-hour ago, wrapped up in a blanket with his head resting on my thighs as I sit on the couch. Normally, I'd be bored just sitting here and doing nothing, but I can't stop myself from looking at him, his cheek pressed up against my leg and his mouth slightly parted to breathe, with disheveled hair sprawled out across my lap. I wish I could capture this moment forever.

We're in a small cabin that we rented for the next couple of weeks in the middle of the woods, which sits next to a lake. It's about four hours away from home, and even though it's not completely running away, it's a start at being alone together. We did tell our friends about our whereabouts, but only for safety reasons. The days get shorter and colder as we near the end of November. It's only late afternoon and it's already cold enough that we have to start the fireplace. He fell asleep so fast, and I don't know why he's so tired, but maybe it's because all of his stress is lifted off of his shoulders.

I've been talking to him for a couple of minutes, not for him to wake up, but just because I have to let him know how I feel without putting any pressure on him.

"I know you're asleep," I whisper softly, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand and not expecting a response, "But I love being with you. You make me feel safe."

He doesn't respond, still lying asleep in my lap, it doesn't matter if he hears this. I'm saying it because I mean it, not because I'm expecting any response back. I want this to be our lives. No stress, no pressure from anyone else, just us living in secrecy. "You're such a pretty boy, you know that?"

"Mhm," he hums, still with his eyes shut and not moving a muscle.

"You've been awake this entire time?" I ask in a soft voice while I gently scratch the top of his head.

"Not the entire time," he mumbles, voice deeper than normal from just waking up as his eyes flutter open, "but I liked listening to what you had to say about me, and I didn't wanna disturb you."

He turns his head to look up at me, and god, he's so beautiful. "You heard everything?"

"Most of it. I feel safe with you, too."

I smile, "Please come with me."

"Where?" He asks while lifting an eyebrow.

"When I leave."

He stays silent, a frown on his face, before lifting himself to a sitting position, pressing his back against the cushions of the couch. He knows he can't come with me, and maybe I shouldn't have even asked because now I put him in a comfortable position.

He sighs while looking at me, "Baby..."

"I know," I lean against him, resting my head against his shoulder. "I know you can't."

Sitting in silence, we feel the rising of each other's breaths as we take in each other's presence. I want him to come with me, but he can't. I hope one day we see each other again, in the future. He asks, "Will you keep talking to me after you leave?"

I want to, but it's really not up to me. "I'm going to try my best, I'm just going to be really busy with school." In all honesty, I just feel like it would be too hard. Knowing I can still talk to him but can't be with him. If I cut him off, it would be so much easier to get over him, but I hold onto this sliver of hope that we'll stay together.

"Well, you have to at least come back so we can hang out," he smiles.

I lean over to kiss his forehead, with a laugh, "Hang out? You mean so we can fuck?"