TO THE BONE | eren yeager

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 3rd person.

𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

the avoidance lingered throughout the week; classes proceed the same on friday. she took her B classes with care and turned a new page when the assignments were due, she stayed up all night, studying, rereading the two journal's she unknowingly forgot to send back to armin- using her school issued computer to browse the web for new painting canvas's. she did a lot this week, she found the energy and some, using it to better her mental health.

reading took over most of her time, whether it involved her schoolwork or the journals, she was always busy. something slithered through her bones, she was missing something. these romance dairies- or whatever her and armin wanted to call them was something more. the fighting- the subtle hints of battles occurring with two or more marks was overlooked by them, she wondered if bringing it up to armin was a bad idea.

she planned on bringing it up one day.

good food was sent out on the weekend, saturday left her stuffed- niccolo decided to give sasha a break from driving, and seeing as the girl was meant to rest for the weekend as well, he figured the two-hour drive to and from was nothing. the savory taste of homemade alfredo pasta brought her back to the dinner party, the sweet strawberry cake, the cheese cream icing- the beautifully plated shrimp pasta. everything about that day was wonderful, she wondered if the people crowding her space knew how much that meant to her.

humming around the left over's, the warm spoon sat in between her plushy lips. the clear gloss smearing on the silverware. " does this one look good? " using her nude-colored, almond shaped nails to point at the screen. the brown wooden stand was present on the laptop, the creamy white board nailed to the holder.

" oo' me like-y. " the brunet exclaimed, " especially for that price. " giggling, the girl hovered over the item and added it to her cart.

" i'm buying one dollar paint, just in case i hate it. " her covered feet dangled in the air, her eyes cocking when a soft grumble came from beside her bed. the big, techy book was placed down, and growing grey hair found its way back into her sight.

" how could you hate painting? " connie said, rolling his yellow tinted eyes. " your literally just moving a damn brush with good colors. " the saying earned a laugh from jean and niccolo, who sat at the foot of her bed, phones in hand while they competed for the longest run on subway surfers.

they also earn a kick in the back from the searching girl.

" who told you to talk connie? "

" sorry little lady. " beaming with his pearly whites, his reading glasses hung off his nose when he leaned back to show off his smile. she propped up slightly, her pillows bunching from the movement. she flicked his forehead, laughing when he gripped the red skin.

" fuck, nails hurt! " he rubbed the skin, turning the tan flesh a light red. she continued her search. looking at the white boards, occasionally losing her train of thought- her fingers roaming towards the cute plushies the site put on sale. " i kind of want to buy that. "

sasha hiccupped and turned her attention away from her phone. " it looks like your frog one. " biting her lip, sasha took a glance at her best friends features, wincing when her eyes dropped lowly, the ball in her throat moving leisurely. " sorry, too soon. "

she sighed, forcing a breath to collide with her weak lungs. " s'fine, " she murmured and twisted her neck, loosening the cinch. for the first time in maybe hours, she hadn't thought about him. she kept her mind preoccupied with other things, like! her new interest and the old books her grandfather left behind- basically explaining her relationship with eren in four words.