Guilty Pleasures [Completed]

Chapter 8

Warning: Matured Content

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Armin

I stretched my arms and glanced at the plate that I just finished today, confused why I hurriedly finished it even the deadline would still be two weeks from now.

I have free times for the cafe. I don't actually spends my time with time. But this days seemed to be fun at the cafe.

My eyes darted at the window. I heard from Historia that Y/N and Eren will be celebrating their anniversary, yet he's still not home?

Y/N's eyes earlier seems blank, stating about their anniversarry. Perhaps, Eren forgot about it? Looking back at highschool, I thought he'd atleast change. He's still the same Eren I know.

I would never forget Eren and his fiesty attitude. Does he even realize that he's leaving Y/N alone at their house?

Is Y/N even okay with that?

I fixed my stuffs and went out the veranda to cool off my head. I grabbed a stick of ciggarate from my pocket and lit it, staring at Y/N's kitchen window. I already quit smoking long ago, something's urging me to try once again.

Eren must be so lucky that he found a woman to commit with him.

I blew a smoke in the air, watching it vanish when the wind flew. A loud crashing of glass from Y/N's kitchen made me furrow my brows.

Worriedly, I unconciously ran downstairs, throwing the ciggaratte and went outside. Their porch's light is still on. Something must've happened to Y/N.

"Y/N!"

I knocked on their front door repeatedly. I bit my lips out of concern when no one answered. I took a loud breath and just opened the unlocked door but got triggered by the strange smell.

Is it a perfume?

It smells like vanilla and a mixture of an unfamiliar scent. Like a fragrance, scattered from everwhere with an stimulating scent, making my lower stomach twitch.

"Y/N!" I shouted and suddenly wobbled at the sudden ache I felt on my head. My stomach throbbing and my head felt like spinning.

The scent filled my sense of smell. My chest rised and my heart pounded over.

This is bad.

"Y/N.." I immediately walked to the kitchen when I heard a scratched there and saw her silhouette. There were petals of flowers in the floor and broken plates.

In the table, Y/N's head was burried on her arms and the bottle of empty alcohol was messed. Her shoulder's was shaking. I didn't hesitate to approach her.

Was she crying? Has she been drinking alone?

"Y/N." I tapped her shoulders.

Her head slowly looked up to me. Her hair was messed up a little, her clothes was smudged. My eyes widened in worry when I saw a blood in her hands.

I was gonna approach her when her expression made me stiffened. She was covered in sweat and dried tears as she squinted her eyes.

"D-Don't move." I stuttered and shook my head. I don't have a time to stare. "I'll treat your wound--"

She suddenly smiled and got up, excitedly. "Eren?"

I froze and blinked when she approached me and wrapped her arms on my neck.

She's drunk and reeks of alcohol. She even mistook me for Eren. Just what happened at her to cause this much mess?

I held her arms and kicked away the broken glass before she stepped on it.