"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫?"
𝙊𝙉 𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂
Y/N gets interested in a couple by playing a little game of Cat and Mouse
𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏: March 25, 2022
𝙀𝙉𝘿: September 26, 2023
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"𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐞"
✼ •• ┈┈┈┈๑⋅⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯⋅๑┈┈┈┈ •• ✼
Mikasa does not remember. She doesn't remember a time where she smiled or laughed with joy without having fear in her eyes. She doesn't remember why she was in the bathroom naked with many scars littering her skin.
Or why do her hands shake towards the pain pills lying on the ground that she knocked over? She groaned as the lingering taste of strong alcohol felt like sweet poison in her mouth. I wonder when the Grim Reaper is going to collect her soul and take what's left of her.
Emptiness
Everything in her mind drove her crazy. The sense of soberness felt like a bad idea. Because, as long as Mikasa doesn't remember, the better the agony pain can leave.
"You are an idiot, Mikasa, for running your little mouth like that."
A copper-like taste comes into her mouth, fresh and painful. Sucking on her own tongue. Her body curled up more on the cold floor. Her eyes squeezed tightly as she let out a choking sob.
"You're not the problem, Eren. I just don't like you hurting yourself."
She placed her hands over her ears so she couldn't hear him yell. His temper is getting worse. His mouth gasps like a fish, not finishing in midsentence. And they sat there, staring at each other. He didn't respond, just biting his lip. The only sound was talking from the kitchen and laughter from their friends. She just hoped everything would go away, wishing she wasn't so selfish.
Just run away from him...
Coffee is a bitter treat, yet sweet.
In an old coffee shop while sitting in front of someone she once knew. Known too well.
"He has borderline personality disorder." She said this, gagging at the taste of mocha in her mouth. Regretting it. It's Eren's favorite drink. She didn't understand how he could drink it. A small hum came from the stranger up front, nodding their head.
"Tell me about him."
So she did. She told them everything, from him being a charismatic guy to a stranger who lives in the same house as her. Finally, someone gets to listen to what she has to say.
Even when they didn't flinch from the fresh scars on her wrist,
