❝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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Russian roulette, the words that left his mouth seem to hold quite a heavy meaning for him. To what extent, that you have no idea yet, but you will get to know the sentiment he holds in those words, particularly in that game.
"Russian roulette, you asked? Of course I have heard of it. It's a game of chance."
A game of chance, you thought, is nothing more than a false perception to let the weak think this world is fair. And perhaps that thought you just had, Eren had thought of the same thing way before then.
Eren, who listened to your answer, was silent for a few seconds before he sighed inaudibly. "You said you want me to tell you anything?"
"Yes," you looked at him, the way he would avert his gaze from you, looking elsewhere as he thinks about it, whatever thoughts that are running in his mind. "I'll assure you, Mr. Yeager that whatever you tell me will be kept between the two of us. We practice confidentiality here."
He knew that much, Eren has told a few of his previous therapists about it too. But it's not like he told them everything there is to know about him. Especially his former job that even his closest friend doesn't know about.
He did tell them a small detail about him, just the tip of the iceberg, just one wooden figure from the many wooden layers of the Russian doll you showed him.
