The once radiant day has turned woeful, the lonely moon the only visible glow in the night. The moon is a lonely and silent place, absent of air, and life cannot survive without air. Once the moon divorced the sky, everything on Earth represented its sorrow, quiet and full of darkness. And in this darkness, Eren Jaeger felt the loneliest, even compared to the moon. This loneliness was something Eren decided to pledge to forever in hopes of saving those around him that he loved.
He's better off that way, right?
After dropping you off, Eren skipped the party still being held at his house and opted for his dad's mechanic shop in town that he worked at. He'd rather have the feeling of being alone right now. Especially after being around you, the one he wants the most in this dark world but the one he also can't have. The worst feeling for him is not being lonely, but the heartache he felt, loving someone unconditionally but unable to have them. It was his decision, though. He had to if he wanted to protect you from the darkness he held within.
We're better off that way.
Despite being a rare warm and sunny day, the night was colder, temperatures dropping as it approached fall. The air felt cool when Eren opened the door of the garage.
"Shit." He huffed, feeling chills on his bare arms. He flicked on the lamp light on one of the workbenches filled with dirty tools for the cars. It was silent; the only sound was a few cars passing by on the road. A makeshift bed sat in the back of the room, a dirty mattress with messy blankets. It wasn't an ideal place to sleep, but it was somewhere Eren had come to when wanting to just be alone in his thoughts. It was rare because he hated listening to his thoughts. Always dark and lonely, he'd instead like to distract his mind. Kicking off his vans, Eren curled up on the mattress, getting as comfortable as possible. He didn't have to endure this much sorrow, but it was his choice, a choice he was forced into by love.
It began the day he finally woke up in that hospital bed after the wolf attack. You were gone, school had already started, and he had awoken to an unbearable pain. Even in his slumber, he felt like he was getting torn to pieces, limb from limb, like fire in his veins. Something he doesn't want to ever live through again, and somehow he's thankful he's even alive, but is it worth the consequence?
"Eren, honey." He heard his mother's gentle voice, waking him entirely from his daze. She stroked his hair gently, comforting him awake from his long slumber.
