❝I never thought you would make me feel like this.❞ ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ..... ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇx's ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ...
✿ ⁺ 🎀‧₊˚🩹⋆ ✩ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ٫ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ٫ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs!!<3
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❝Chapter Two - Tragedy and Loss?❞
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ♡ ↓ ♫ ⁹⁹⁹⁺ ︙
ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ - ʀᴏᴄʜᴇʟʟᴇ ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴ
1:20 ———●—————— 5:20
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⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ RAYS OF SUNLIGHT SHINED upon your face, the golden beams flattering your features. You were sat in your morning art class, staring out the window mindlessly. A small sigh escaped from your lips as you heard the word project fall from your teachers chapped lips, you averted your eyes to her, beginning to pay attention to whatever she was saying.
"Your assignment will be focused around tragedy and loss, misery and suffering." She smiled, the side of her eyes crinkling. "Your job is to create art that will simply represent these things, rather it's a rotten fruit, a dead animal, an old widow, whatever it may be, it needs to show the four characteristics I just told you, and I WILL be picking your partners." She pointed her finger in the air, waving it around before beginning to put people together. You groaned, not to excited that you might be stuck with someone you don't get along with.
"Y/n...hmm.." She observed the people in the classroom, trying to figure out who to assign you with. You cross your fingers, hoping it's not one of the snot nosed idiots in your class. "I'm gonna put you with Eren. Go sit next to him." You looked around for a few moments, not entirely sure who this "Eren" is, but finally your eyes land on the boy in the back of the classroom, his gaze now sitting upon you. Your eyebrows raised, finally in realization of who this boy is. You knew him, not well but he's friends with Jean so you knew him well enough. Eren is a pretty reserved person, he doesn't talk much in class and minds his business most of the time, but he was also a womanizer, apparently. You didn't get it, I mean yes he was very attractive and you could see why girls would like him, but he didn't seem to be much of a talker, and doesn't seem like great company. Despite your hesitation to go over to him, you knew you had to. So you picked up your things and slowly walked over to him, his eyes trailing you the entire time until you quietly sat down next to him. You then turnt your head to look at him, an awkward staring contest formulating between the two of you.
