❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦. ❞
they're not very fond of each other, but when they're living in a world with the human death toll rising everyday, they'll do whatever it takes to survive- even if that me...
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🎵 wake up - eden
the morning sunlight didn't last as a storm approached rather quickly. a thunderous boom shook the entire house, a crack of lightning striking right after. the loud commotion from outside snapped jean out of his sleepy trance. he used to be terrified of storms, but now they barely bother him— at times.
jean stands in front of a kitchen island, washing his new long bladed sword. reiner had acquired it on his hunt for supplies. he shakes his head, trying to shake his sleepiness off more. a familiar pit settles in his stomach once he hears rain pouring onto the wooden house. the downpour came quick, and it sounded angry and powerful. there's been bad storms, but this one was quite intimidating as it made its appearance out of nowhere. he's just thankful reiner made it back home in time.
another boom of thunder rattles the house, making it hard for jean to focus. the pit in his stomach began to grow as he stares at the sword on the counter. he stared at his blurry reflection, barely seeing how tired he truly was. he's gotten little to none sleep over the past few days. those days were spent taking care of his best friend, who he feared was inching closer and closer to death. jean wanted to spend each day with his friend, nurturing his health and well-being. he disregarded his own needs just so he can try to get his best friend healthy again.
with his best friend in mind, jean neglects his new weapon and makes his way upstairs. even though he had spent nearly all morning with him already, he just wanted to make sure he was still breathing. jean walks up the wooden stairs, the steps creaking with each soft step. the aggravating noise didn't stop once he reached the second floor and walked towards his friends room.
he softly pushes the door open. the now dark room was lit up for a split second from the lighting outside. for a moment, he could see his friend staring out the window, watching the powerful storm. him and his friend were opposites when it came to weather; jean hated storms, he loved them. one loved the comforting cold while the other loved the nourishing, warm weather. the colorful, falling leaves and slight breeze, and the fresh air surrounded by flowers, bees, and butterflies. jean would wake up early enough to watch the sunrise, accompanied by the chirping birds, while his friend would sit on a field after a long day to watch the sunset. opposites who admired what the world had gifted them.
the weather cycles come and go as the seasons change, but it's not the same anymore. the world in their perspective was dimmer. that's why they take each day in to appreciate what they still have, even in this hell they have to suffer in. at least they're together, for now.
a squeak from the floorboard makes the boy laying down on the bed turn his head. he gives jean a warm, genuine smile, moving his hip over to give him room to sit. jean carefully sits himself down and interlocks his hand with the dying boy.
"i know i said i'd give you some space, but i just wanted to check up on you again." jean chuckles.
"it's okay, jean. i seriously don't mind it." he smiles wider. "besides, i figure you're here because of the storm."
