❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a former hitman sought the help of a psychologist to get rid of his suicidal thoughts.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Modern Setting
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TW: Suicide
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mature Contents...
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Eren wasn't able to sleep for the remaining hours before dawn. He'd gone on many sleepless nights before so this wasn't really much of a big deal.
Sometimes he'd be wide awake just staring at the ceiling with numerous thoughts flooding his mind. Sometimes he'd be inhaling and exhaling nicotine just to keep him distracted. Other times he would be holding the revolver in his hand with a stick of cigarette in the other, contemplating whether it's his lucky day or just another day of living in this world.
But recently, Eren was able to have at least a few hours of peaceful sleep.
At least until tonight, after he called you.
Maybe because he'll be having an appointment with you later, as sudden as it may seem, Eren wasn't really able to object.
Or he really didn't object, since he rather has this over with.
You, on the other hand, were able to sleep quite properly after you received the call. It just happened to be because you were a bit exhausted during the day that you were able to go back to sleep, and your thoughts didn't really pester you this time around.
By the time your alarm went off and you started off your day as usual, you were reminded of your appointment.
"Eren Yeager," you muttered while writing his name on a sticky note along with the time of the appointment later on in the morning.
