❝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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Eren was having a good dream, until that dream was shattered when his phone started to ring and he buried his face on the pillow, letting out strings of curses before he took his phone to check who is calling.
"Y/n?" he muttered. At least it wasn't anyone else but you. Otherwise Eren wouldn't have answered and go back to sleep, hopefully to that dream. But the real deal is calling him so he doesn't need to go back to that dream.
"Missed me already?" he asked, lips turn up in a smirk as he sat up on the bed, the sheet sliding down his bare upper body.
"I should be the one asking you that," you said at the other end of the line as Eren stood up and headed outside his room and to the kitchen. "What's with you and sending me indoor plants? Is that a new way of sending flower bouquets?"
Eren put the glass down, his face turning serious after hearing what you said. As far as he remembers, he never asked anyone to deliver an indoor plant to you.
"Y/n, I didn't send you anything."
Either it's a harmless prank, a coincidence or something more serious. But you wouldn't have called if the courier didn't tell you it was from Eren.
