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∙ ⸰ ⊱ 𝚑𝚎𝚛 ⊰ ⸰ ∙
Time is a precious thing. Time is something you don't want to lose—something you want to have a lot of.
You want to have a lot of things.
Friends. Summers. Eren.
But you've learned time and time again, you don't always get what you want.
Still, there's always sometimes.
An hour ago was sometimes, now it's always.
You've got your friends, your summer, in a sense, but not Eren. He's somewhere you aren't, even when this room is crowded with every single one of you.
You're on the couch, sitting at the end. He's next to you, holding your bent knee in his hand while his free one hangs off of his own. Sasha's sitting on the other side of Eren, buried in her blanket. Connie and Jean are on the carpet, controllers in their hands, except Jean's struggling to make the right moves with Daisy's continuous nudging.
It's been nearly a week since you all went to the beach. Most of everything's gotten easier, like walking along that shore, riding down those roads, finding that sun wherever it may shine.
But then again, everything is nothing now.
Everything doesnothing for you. Especially for him.
It's trial that only leads to error. Try all that he may, but he gets nothing from his—your continuous efforts. Empty, and only emptying more.
By walking, you hear your footsteps—his, too—only realizing you're getting nowhere at all. By riding down those roads, you race against the clouds, trying to beat the storm that hasn't stopped chasing you. By searching for the sun, you only notice how much you want to look away once you finally do find it—it's bright rays that are overcompensating for the warmth it can't seem to give you.
But it's hard to close your eyes and keep them closed until the sun rises. It's hard to move on, and it's getting harder to drag Eren along. The same goes for Grisha and Daisy.
Grisha's always the same. Wearing that face of envy you really don't want to call envy. Daisy lies down a lot more, only closing her eyes when she's tired of looking around; of searching. Eren's not always the same. He doesn't lie down much. His mood alternates, depending on his surroundings and state of mind. If you're nearby, he's calm and happy. If he's around his dad, he's silent and still. If he's around anyone else, he's their mirror.