Friday, September 9th
It's been five days since Connie overdosed.
Life doesn't stop for death, or anything in between, so you woke up the next Monday and went to class.
It was an all too familiar strangeness. The world kept turning and will keep turning, even after yours stopped all those years ago.
People smiled at you on your walk to class. Professors called on you for homework questions. The cook got mad at you for taking too long to order.
You moved through the motions of your day, feeling like a ghost in your own life. Each smile, each question, and each interaction was a surreal reminder of the normalcy everyone else seemed to enjoy while your own world was still caught in the disruption of five days ago.
The sun shone brightly, the sky was a crisp blue, and the campus buzzed with the energy of students moving from one class to another.
In the lecture hall, you found your usual seat, sliding into it with practiced ease. Your professor droned on about economic theories, but the words washed over you like white noise.
Your notebook remained blank, the pen in your hand unmoving. Your mind was far away.
After class, you navigated the bustling cafeteria, the din of conversations and clattering dishes a jarring contrast to the silence that filled your thoughts.
You stood in line, trying to muster the energy to decide on something to eat. The cook's impatience jolted you out of your reverie, his voice sharp with annoyance. You mumbled an apology, hastily choosing the first thing that came to mind.
As you sat down to eat, the food tasted like ash in your mouth. Around you, laughter and lively discussions filled the air, but you felt like an outsider looking in.
Every now and then, you'd catch snippets of conversation about weekend plans or upcoming exams from a table nearby but you were too consumed in your own mind to pay attention.
The day wore on, a tedious blur of classes and fleeting interactions.
You forced yourself to participate, to nod along, to answer questions, but your heart wasn't in it.
Your thoughts kept drifting back to the hospital, to the helplessness and fear that still clung to you like a second skin.
Finally, the day ended, and you found yourself back in your dorm room.
The silence was deafening.
Sasha never came back that night, Jean ended up driving you back to your dorm room.
Not a single word was spoken between the two of you throughout the whole ride.
You haven't seen Eren since that night. He hasn't been in class or anywhere on campus.
You place Sasha's missing work on her desk and then collapse onto your bed, the weight of everything pressing down on you.
You closed your eyes, the exhaustion seeping into your bones. The events of the past days replayed in your mind, an endless loop of fear and anxiety.
You wondered how long it would take before things were back to how they were before.
Not just for your sake, but for everyone.
You knew firsthand how hard this was to experience so you hoped it was a quick recovery.
As you lay there you felt utterly alone, the enormity of your grief enveloping you.
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knuckle velvet | eren jaeger
Fanfiction"I didn't want to feel sick without you..." "You were already sick without me." You enroll last minute in Paradis University with hopes of putting your old life in Marley behind you, only to cross paths with the one and only Eren Jaeger, who's being...
