𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖, Jean Kirstein.

𝟏𝟖. the retched story

lol sorry, I've been dead. I've been so busy with exams and assignments, but I'm done now! Summer is gonna be me being MEGA active again. I will have all the time in the world, all I can say is this fanfic will be ending soon:((

but don't worry I won't stop writing, why don't you get excited and read Favourite Crime >:)

sorry this chapter is shorter than usual

Anyway, guys enjoy! ilysm

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The Retched Story
"I'm sorry but I can't do this at the moment..."
~the next day~

As you slowly opened your eyes, the warm glow of the early morning sun filtered in through the small opening in the curtains, casting a soft light across the room. You shifted in bed, stretching your limbs and rubbing your eyes, and realized that Jean's arm was no longer wrapped around your waist. The silence of the room was broken only by the faint sounds of birds chirping outside, and you couldn't help but wonder where Jean had gone. sat up and looked around the room, confused about where Jean had gone. You turned your head to the clock on his side of the bedside table, seeing the time.

[9:23 AM]

You reached over to grab your phone from the bedside table and saw multiple texts from an unknown number. You scrolled through the messages, your mind confused at the nature of them.

Unknown number
You fuckinh bitch

Why tf didn't you tell me you left Trost and moved to Maria???

I thought we were still friends.

Dammit y/n

I've missed you

As you gazed at the screen of your phone, a wave of perplexity washed over you. You furrowed your brows, trying to recall who it was that had sent the message. You scanned through the text, searching for some clue or hint that would jog your memory. And then, suddenly, it dawned on you.

Your ex.

The mere thought of him attempting to find a way back into your life caused your heart to beat faster as if it was trying to escape the confines of your chest.

It wasn't long until Jean walked through the door with two cups of coffee and an almond croissant. As you were staring at your phone, he walked towards you and gently placed a cup of coffee and a croissant on the bedside table. He then asked, "Is everything okay?" with a look of concern on his face. You lifted your gaze and composed a smile on your face, concealing the discomfort that was gnawing at you from within. With a deep breath, you placed your phone onto your lap, trying to regain your composure. "I'm fine, thank you though," you replied, hoping he wouldn't see through your facade. "No problem," he said, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, his affectionate gesture warming your heart.

As you lay in bed, he joins you again and wraps his arm around your shoulder, holding a cup of coffee in the other hand. You couldn't help but notice a look of concern on his face. "Is everything okay? You looked a bit freaked out when you were on your phone just now." He asks you, his thumb rubbing the skin of your arm. You hesitated for a brief moment, contemplating whether or not you should confide in him, but you were all too familiar with Jean's personality. With a forced smile, you replied, "It's nothing."
"Are you sure?" His concern was palpable as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your neck and jaw, causing a genuine smile to spread across your face. "I promise," You couldn't help but chuckle as you leaned into his touch, feeling a comforting warmth radiating from him.