❝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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You felt an utter sense of freedom as the zephyr blew passed by, the night breeze offered a sense of tranquillity away from all the things you have been worrying about in a way that you have fleetingly forgotten all about them.
It's peaceful, as the motorcycle speed through the freeway, you felt the sense of peace. You're glad you weren't wearing the helmet, even though Eren insisted on you wearing it instead of him earlier, since now you get to feel the wind caressing your face as if to kiss you gently into serenity.
You wanted to feel the wind more, and when you were about let go of his waist and outstretched your arms, Eren felt it and held your hands together before he slowed down to a halt on the side of the freeway where a few vehicles would drive past by.
"The heck are you doing?" he asked, taking off his helmet to look at you.
"What?"
"Don't let go, it's dangerous," he said. "And I told you to wear the helmet."
You shook your head and moved away from him when he tried to put the helmet on you again. With a defeated sigh, Eren put the helmet on himself.
"Should we go back then?" he asked, his voice almost muffled.
You look around for a moment, you didn't know you have gone far from central Tokyo, you can see the lights up in the distance. You wished you could have stayed here for a while, but you're starting to feel rather drowsy.
