❝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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For the first time in your life the alarm clock wasn't able to wake you up. Even before, when you barely had a few hours of sleep because of reviewing for a final exam, you still managed to wake up on time. But now, even after your alarm went off for the fourth time, you barely managed to wake up.
By the time you knew you're running late, since you have an appointment at eight, you decided to skip breakfast and catch a taxi. And as if to add insult to injury, the traffic along the way was heavy. It's not like you can do anything in this kind of situation, you cannot just step outside the vehicle and run to your clinic because that may prove to be a worse idea than sitting there waiting for the traffic to ease.
Sometimes, you thought, doing nothing is better than doing something idiotic.
And because of that, you let the fact that you'll be half an hour late on your appointment with a client as you sat there in the car, staring outside the window. Besides, it's not like the client wouldn't be running late either.
When you finally got to the clinic, you briefly look at your wristwatch to see that it's already half past eight. And just as when you are about to open the door, you felt someone behind you.
"I guess we're both late, Mr. Yeager," you said, turning around to face Eren.
He looked at you, eyebrows slightly creased while you give him a smile before opening the door and walking in.
