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w e d n e s d a y
9 : 00 am
L O C A T I O N : the girl's apartment
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it was uncomfortable silence in the kitchen when i woke up. everyone was awake to my surprise, including armin. i was tired, onyankopon had sent me the details to my virtual therapy session which i wasn't happy about. but i knew i needed it because i was losing myself with just armin's presence.

"good morning sleepy head." connie greeted and i gave him a hum in return. i looked into the fridge to get some breakfast, rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out of them. i guess i'll settle with toast and butter because i really didn't have an appetite. i grab the butter and go put some bread in the toaster.

"you don't want real food?" deja asked and i turned around, a dead expression on my face. "no." i stated bluntly. jasmine scratched the back of her neck, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. my toast popped up and i spread butter on it, leaning against the counter while i ate.

i looked up from hooded eyes at everyone, kiana glaring at armin while eating some fruit. if looks could kill, armin would be dead. 6 feet under in hell. jasmine was trying to eat her food fast so she could leave the deafening silence. eren was alert. i could tell by what happened yesterday between his fiancée and armin, trying to make sure kiana didn't kill him; which is what i wanted.

deja was being a whole instigator, eating her cereal and looking up around at everyone to watch something happen. her relationship was fixed, she had nothing to worry about now. and finally, armin. my eyes slowly glanced over at him, his hair covering his face as he leaned down over a bowl of oatmeal. i wonder who made it for him. he was obviously trying to avoid the glares being sent his way.

armin looked up partially, his left cheek being covered with a hand mark that i left yesterday. a saw a cut on his lip which i would assume was from eren punching him and some scratch marks on his arm from kiana. i felt no pity for him. at all and i rolled my eyes at the whole thing. why was he here? no one told him to fly down here to try and apologize.

"you not finna sit?" eren broke me out of my thoughts, his arms crossed as he gave me a look. i looked around, the bar stools were occupied besides one. the one next to armin. i cleared my throat and shook my head. "i'm good." i spoke, finishing my toast and washing my hands.

"kota, you got work?" kiana asked and i nodded. "yeah but i really won't be doing anything, the movie is almost done and i have one more scene to write." i explained, kiana nodding at my words. "eren and i are taking this day to look for wedding venues and all that shit, so i might need your help."

eren scoffed, "why kota's help? i have good taste." i let out a laugh at his statement. "yeah, call me if you need me, babe." i winked at kiana which cause armin to look up, thinking i was calling him that. i walked out of the kitchen and got ready for work. halfway through my morning routine, kiana walked in my room.

"hey, sis." i smiled, glancing at her through my mirror. "hey." she sat on the head of my bed while i brushed mascara on my lashes. "how are you feeling?" she asked and i paused, trying to find the right answer. "empty."

kiana sighed, "how long is he staying?" i shrugged. "i don't know, i haven't talked to him directly. but i assume until he runs out of clothes or till i forgive him." she scoffed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "are you gonna forgive him?"

"what? hell no." i said immediately and gave her a look. "you said it too fast, i don't believe you." kiana raised an eyebrow. i turned around from my mirror in confusion. "he broke me, kiana. it might have been three years ago but he left me crying on a club floor in your arms. i won't forgive so easily." i stated clearly and turned back around. "if eren wasn't there to hold me back, i would have killed him."