Addicted To You~(EreMika)

CHAPTER 12

After the angel that goes by the name of Eren saved me from having to swim my way home, I decided it would be a good idea to check out the spring Festival that happened to be close by. I mean, since I now had an umbrella, why would it hurt to look at a few more outfits and stuff.

From what I understood, this festival took place every Sunday, near where I lived.

Everything was at a discount, so I naturally bought a few more stuff that happened to catch my attention.

As I started walking my way out of the festival, I caught a glimpse of an all too familiar figure sprint walking on the sideway.

He said he had another umbrella with him, yet that seemed to be far from the truth. He had his head facing down, his hands deep in his jacket's pockets, meanwhile it was pouring down on him.

I sprinted after him. I had to know why he lied. Usually when you lie, you take advantage of others so you benefit yourself right? Then what's the meaning of this?

The boy was walking quite fast and the distance between us was too great for him to be able to hear me.

By the time I caught up to him, we were basically outside his house.

"Eren!" I shouted. He turned around with a surprised look on his face.

"Oh hi." He awkwardly faked a smile.

"Why don't you have an umbrella? You said you left the second one inside the mall. Did it get stolen?" I asked him, getting straight to the point.

"Well... To be honest, I never had a second umbrella with me..." He hesitantly spoke.

"Why would you lie about something like this? It doesn't make sense. You're not benefiting yourself. It's actually the opposite." I said confused.

"If I had told you that I would actually walk in the rain just so that you don't get wet, you wouldn't have accepted the umbrella." He looked into my eyes. "Cause you're kind like that." He smiled. "I couldn't just let you run for fifteen minutes only to catch a cold."

"But you'll be the one who catches a cold now..." I debated.

"Don't worry about that. I almost never get sick." He reassured me.

"Well... Thanks a lot then..."

"Anytime." He kept the smile on his face. "Anyways, Ymir is coming over in like 20 minutes and she'll probably bring Historia, so come on in. I don't want to third wheel alone." He joked.

I gave him back his umbrella and walked inside his house.

"Hey, Mikasa... How have you been lately?" His tone got serious.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused. It wasn't like he hadn't see me in a while or anything.

"You know, when I opened up to you, I didn't really get a chance to ask about your mental health, and since we've been through similar stuff, I just wanted to know." He looked into my eyes.

This simple question made me really happy. Not only because it showed that he cared for me, but I now also have a chance to actually open my heart to someone from this new place. It's usually not easy, unless someone actually cares enough to ask you something like that. It's quite obvious though, that people who are dealing with stuff usually try to find that someone and I am no different.

"I hadn't really been doing great for a while before I moved here, but meeting you guys definitely helped me out." I smiled.

"I'm glad to hear that." He said as I sat on the living room couch, him sitting next to me. He booted up his console, passing me a controller.

"Come to think of it, even if you told me about some of your private stuff, I never really asked how you have been." I rested me chin on my arm, still looking at him.

"Last time I felt happy for more than 2 days consecutively was 2 years ago. I never managed to get over any of it. The best memories I have are all sad, cause I know they can't happen ever again. Nostalgia is a feeling that hits me harder than other people. My heart aches and I have difficulty breathing whenever I'm low, which inconveniently enough happens too fucking often for me to enjoy life. I'm just really weak, you know." He said. So much pain, in just a few sentences.

"Have you tried therapy? It definitely helped me a lot." I suggested.

"No... I don't respect therapy. I just don't think that going to a some rented office in a damn strip mall, just to listen to some agent of averageness explain which words mean which feelings has ever helped anyone do anything. It might have helped a lot of people become more stable and stop panicking, but those who I've kept close to me are doing a better job at keeping me stable than any therapist ever could. It's not hard to diagnose me with depression, my parents died and I've never been well ever since." He finished. The expression on his face said it all. It revealed so much pain, so much suffering...

I wrapped my arm around his back and brought his head closer to my chest, embracing him like a little kid. I saw his eyes going wide,but I didn't care to feel embarrased.

"I don't think you're weak, Eren. I can tell that you always try to act strong for the sake of those around you... " I gently spoke. "Tell me... What is it that makes you happy in life? I assume you've already put time into finding out."

"My happiest times are from a time when I was in love... I guess that's it."

"Then just allow yourself to love once more. You have to find the courage if you want to be happy. I know it's a gamble, but it will pay off. I promise." I smiled. A faint blush now appeared across my cheekseven though the boy couldn't see it. He had his eyes closed, relaxing in my embrace.

"I'm already gambling. I told myself the exact same thing  a little while ago. I decided to try and open up my heart to someone new, and I'm so glad it was you." He looked up into my eyes. "Thank you." He tightened his grip around my waist and instantly fell back into my embrace...