𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍 || eren jaeger

23

Eren was driving unnecessarily slow, cursing every thought of pity that lead him to making the decision he'd made, hating his mind for remembering how to get to Mikasa's apartment complex better than his own.

Guilt was slowly gnawing at him from the inside out; under no circumstances, did he want to see his ex without your knowledge.

He felt like a cheater, a dirty cheater and that alone almost made him take a sharp U- turn in the opposite direction and forget about this whole situation.

But a sudden realization dawns on him..

Maybe it was just his imagination, or his never-ending bursts of overthinking that had been spurred on by y'all's sudden split, or maybe even the universe's twisted way of nipping his guilt right in the bud.

Maybe she's with him... maybe that's why she hasn't called or texted.

...What if she really is?

He had a strange premonition-like feeling in the pit of his stomach, that the texts he'd seen in your phone and the 'mall incident', were somehow related.

It's the only conclusion that made sense, with the 'little-to-none' knowledge he actually had on your past relationships. He'd tried to coax it out of you, his efforts failing more than once as you either deflected his question or just turned it down completely. He understood why you did it, but he also didn't want to be left in the dark. He wanted the trust between you to grow stronger, he'd even opened up about his past with Mikasa.

So why weren't you able to trust me enough? After everything I trusted you with, it's almost like you're... mimicking her...

Eren just needed something... anything... to take his mind off of you, at least for a moment. But his better judgement was battling with his emotions, and winning.

Whatever, I'll just go and see what's wrong with her mother, then leave. I don't want to see her, not really, anyways.

❑

You tapped your foot silently as you sat in the far corner of a small cafe, sipping on your hot beverage to contrast the cold brutal weather outside.

You'd originally come in hopes of somehow getting enough concentration to finish your semester project material for your psychology class, but the only thing you'd done since you sat down was endlessly rub your temples to try to push the intrusively negative thoughts from your mind, secretly hoping that you'd rub hard enough to create a friction fire in your brain to release yourself from your own thoughts...

You scoff at your own imaginative naivety.

This wouldn't have even happen if i'd just grown a pair and opened up about the cheating bitch sooner. What could've ever been so damn hard about me just telling Eren about him?

"...the fear of being pitied, that's what," you countered softly, sliding your finger across the rim of the glass mug that contained your hot drink.

You unlocked your phone, clicking on the imessage app, glancing over the same unanswered text from days ago.

"...i'm ready to love you how you deserved to be. I know you don't love that white boy."

You blocked the number before it could say anything further after the argument with Eren, wishing you could burn it along with all the trust Eren had towards you—wishing you could make it disappear with a single snap, just how quick Eren had left, leaving you more lonely than guilty.