"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.."
"....𝐇𝐦𝐦.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚?"
In which you meet a mysterious and closed off boy in...
Please excuse my spelling mistakes or misplacements of punctuation 🕊️
Oh hey..
"Why would I hit you right now Alijah?"
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7:42 am
The sun was warm against the side of your face as the beautiful light shined through the curtains of your window. Bekoe sat on the window sill staring out the window to watch the city like he always does.
A small huff came from Eren in a deep sleep. You cuddle yourself more into him, he laid on his back with his head peacefully resting on your chest instead of a pillow. Your arm gently rested on his chest as you rubbed the side of his cheek with your thumb like you always do.
He always found it so comforting when you did that, like you were telling him he's safe and doesn't have to be so alert and observant all the time. Your lips found their way to his forehead as you kept recapping last night.
Sighing, you pulled away leaving a wet kiss on his head and nuzzled your nose into his hair that always smells like strawberries and honey. Of course he has a fruit shampoo.
The palm of your hand felt around his face, the realization that he was a little warm made you worry a little. He didn't wear his jacket last night— it was cold...he probably has a small fever
As if you felt this whole situation couldn't get any more of your fault, now he has a fever. Your emotions began to pile up again as they have been for the past hours.
It was a sleepless night for you since your mind just kept thinking about how helpless you were. I could've helped him...then he wouldn't be this hurt. Self blame over something one can't control is one of the worst feelings when the mind refuses to reassure the thinker that it was not their fault.
Self blame has become an unhealthy habit over the years.
Your train of thought was disregarded as the sounds of Eren's soft groans were a signal that he's beginning to awake. His long eyelashes fluttered from his eyes slowly opening and squinting.
"Eren—" You reached out to him as he shot up a little too fast to be that injured. He tiredly groaned and rubbed his eyes to wake up faster whilst his other hand clenched his stomach.
The sound of your covers ruffling against each other was made from you crawling over to him. You paused from touching him, your fingers just being centimeters from his warm body.
His hands ran down his face slowly, "Fuck," Eren cursed to himself in a whisper and shook his head in a slow manner. Your shoulders slouched and you decided to keep noiseless. A gulp came from you while you tried to figure out what to say.
His emotion was already indecipherable just seconds after he woke up. The soft carpet tickled under your bare feet from your heels brushing against it. Your voice quieter than intended as you questioned, "Morning, my love,.....how do you feel?", and rubbing small circles in the middle of his back.
