𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 II Eren Yeager Fanfic

9

song: siegfreid by frank ocean (pls release another album if u see this)

You took a breath of fresh air, the crisp morning sun rejuvenating your skin. Eren was still asleep on the couch, his long hair laid tousled on the pillow. You stood on the balcony of your hotel room, staring out at the capitol. As much as you hated it, you had to admit it was beautiful. 

The houses were tall and skinny, all different colours and shapes, like a living breathing kaleidoscope. Even at this early hour, many people were already setting up to sell their wares. Their carts filled with assortments of tantalizing fruits and exotic foods to stacks of vibrant jewelry and clothes that oozed flamboyance. 

The sellers were from all different walks of life, some had come from many miles to show the world what they had to offer, some with dark skin and coarse curls that sat piled upon their heads like crowns, adorned with vibrant garments. Others had long hair tumbling down to their waists that was intricately intertwined with all types of beads. All of these cultures squeezed into one marketplace, a marketplace overrun with the shouts of different languages and voices calling to passersby, chattering to the neighbouring stall, the laughter carrying up to where you were still standing.

A large family started unpacking their stuff off the carriage, setting up their stall. As they were, they laughed and joked, faces lit with sun. A pang struck you. Seeing them together brought you back, back to a better time, a time when you had your family.

You missed waking up to someone already in the kitchen, going places together, arguing together. You would've paid anything to experience one of the worst days of your life in it meant you could spend it with them. People had told you that over time the roar of grief would fade to a dull pounding, but what they didn't understand is the gried helped. With grief you didn't forget them.

 Your father, with his kind brown eyes and serious demeanor, always helping your mother get things off the top shelf with small smile playing on his lips, always picking you up after you fell.

Eren's head rustled as he stretched out, fixing you with a smile. "Hey, morning." Before you could reply, he sat up and joined you, leaning against the balcony. "I can't believe you used to live here, it's amazing." "Like world within worlds." You agreed. "Exactly." You pointed a finger at a cluster of houses of all colours with bubbly graffiti on them, "That's the Sunscar district, filled with famous artists and musicians. Even photographers like you."

Eren stared at you, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "What?", "You remembered." he stated, still with the same expression on his face. "I'm not used to people remembering what I say." "I get it, sometimes when I'm in a conversation with someone it feels like they're just waiting  for me to stop talking so they can get their turn."

"In truth, it doesn't feel like a conversation when people do that." You laughed, tipping your head back in mirth, "Then I've only had about two real conversations in my life." Eren gave you a grin before looking back out to onto the market.

As you both stood in silence, you couldn't help but admire how he looked, his ink black hair tousled over his eyes, strands resting on his delicate cheekbones. He gently raised his head and took in a breath of fresh air, his tongue running over his slightly sharp teeth. He looked like a statue, every inch of him carved with such patience and attention.

He raised his arms and stretched, his black t-shirt lifting to reveal an expertly crafted v-line. You tried to tear you eyes away, but you body had a mind of its own. "You like what you see?" Eren teased, lifting his arms higher to show more of his chest. You looked away, your face overheating. You had to remind yourself that he was just joking,  that he was still into Mikasa.