Let's Meet Again, For the First Time (Eren x OC)

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A/n: sorry for the wait everyone, but it's worth it i promise. Just want to give @ditzyndumb some extra love. jordan I love you and thank you for getting me out of my rut and I inspiring me. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH. Please enjoy cause I just wanna make y'all smile.

We walked down the sidewalk, just a few more steps to the door.

I noticed a car that looked similar to Jean's drive by, I knew it wasn't his. Cause his had a scratch on the right rearview mirror. I subconsciously stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as I watched the car pass.

Memories of us flashed through my mind like an old movie. Black and white, smiles and tears, screams and laughs. All formed one big disaster that we called 'love'.

"You ok?", Eren snapped me back to this world, "Yeah", I sighed and he followed me inside.

We sat on my sofa together, he flipped through the pages of The Great Gatsby while I stared at the word document on my laptop. My hands hovered over the keys, as if they were waiting from a sign from my brain. Like horses in the cages before they blow the horn and the horse gets to run free.

But I couldn't deny the weight of Jean's presence in the back of my mind. Images of us laughing together resurfaced, but with that, came the tears I cried, the screams I let out when I didn't know what else to do. The sleepless nights I spent crying quietly into my pillow, begging for an answer, for a way out.

The highs were high, and the lows were low.
What started out as innocent love, grew into a twisted, thorn bound rose. Surviving off tears and shattered reflections. Until it became a monster in itself. The petals weren't strong enough to keep away the thorns, the beauty wasn't enough to stop the plant from rotting. No amount of tears could cry it back to life. No amount of sunlight could make it beautiful again. Once the rot took the rose, it was too late to save it.

But it always starts out that way. Love, roses. All the same. Once planted, it grows for beauty, begging to be seen and adored by others. But if it's neglected, hurt, or abused. The rose will begin to rot. And nothing can save it after that.

Rotting, eaten from the inside out, swallowed by the depths of dark thoughts and distant memories.

But, if that rose is cared for, watched over, watered. That rose will grow, it will become an even more beautiful flower. The petals will fill with red passion, the leaves with laughter, and the thorns.

The thorns will always be the same. Sharp and pointed to wits end. That if you touched it too closely, you'd prick your finger. There was no way around the thorns, they stayed just as our dark thoughts did. Lingering in the back of our minds, begging for a way to hurt. But never being allowed the chance. Unless we were cut deeply, then they'd draw blood from the other, hoping to bring out the same pain they received.

So we come back to the idea of roses, and love itself. They're quite similar don't you think?

Beautiful and dangerous in their own ways. Reckless and wild, cold and sharp.

But you see, they are quite the same, almost a reflection.

We are the roses, we fall in love. We surrender our hearts. We sell our souls for the idea of love.
We fight and push through the treacherous waters, forcing our legs through the thick jelloo that was time itself. Running to beat the clock, hoping we'd find the lover we deserve, and get to hold them till the clock runs out.

So water your roses, give them sunlight, care for them. Because you don't know if today is the last day you'll see that gorgerous flower rot.

You can't fix someone. You can't change them. The only person that's capable of that is themselves.