𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

18

𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝚜𝚝

𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. Sober Y/N is back, and she's not happy. I'm sprawled out across my bed in the most awkward position, my limbs tangled in the sheets like I'm caught in a web. My head is pounding, and I can feel the remnants of last night's debauchery weighing heavily on my chest. I bury my face in my pillow, muffling my sobs as I think about everything that happened.

"I kissed Eren! I'm gonna kill myself!" I whine into the fabric, the alcohol still swirling in my head, but now it's mixed with the harsh reality of my actions. My Halloween costume—tight blue corset and tiny pink skirt—smells like cheap vodka and Eren's overpowering cologne, and it's nauseating. The scent is a sick reminder of my reckless behavior.

Flashes of last night's chaos invade my mind like unwanted guests. I can still see Eren's smug grin, his hands on my hips, the way he leaned in closer until our lips touched. I feel a mix of shame and anger bubbling inside me. Why did I let it happen? Why didn't I just push him away?

I roll over, finally managing to sit up and prop myself against the headboard. The room spins slightly, and I close my eyes, trying to block out the memories of the party. I vaguely remember Sasha dragging me out of the party, her sober self a stark contrast to my drunken antics. She kept asking if I was okay, her voice laced with concern, but I just kept repeating, "I kissed Eren! I'm so stupid!"

The hangover is real, and so is the emotional turmoil. My heart races at the thought of how he must have seen me—sloppy and desperate. I groan and bury my face in my hands. I don't want to think about how I'll face him if I see him again. What if everyone else saw us? What if it was recorded?

Sasha's face flashes in my mind. She was my ride home, and I remember her shaking her head as I rambled on about Eren, half of me laughing and half of me crying. "You're being dramatic," she said with a smirk, but I could see the worry in her eyes. "Just forget about it. He's just a guy. You're not gonna die."

But here I am, feeling like I might just wither away into nothing. I glance at my phone, hoping for a distraction, but all I see are notifications from last night, missed messages from friends, and maybe a few snaps that might've been taken during the party.

I can't help but groan again. I just want to crawl into a hole and hide from the world. But then the harsh reality hits me: I can't avoid everyone forever. Sooner or later, I'll have to face the music, and that music is going to be Eren's stupid smug face.

I bury my face in my hands again, the weight of my thoughts feeling like a lead blanket pressing down on my chest. "What if he thinks we're, like, an item or something?" I mutter to myself, my voice muffled in the pillow. The idea makes my stomach twist in knots. Did I give him the wrong impression? What if he thinks this is some cute Halloween romance?

And then there's the thought that sends me spiraling further into panic: "Or maybe he'll be like me, freak out, and go back to hanging out with Historia!" I can practically feel my heart drop at the thought. It's one thing to embarrass myself at a party; it's another to realize I might have inadvertently started some twisted love triangle. God, I hate my life!

I toss my head back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling, willing the universe to give me a break. Why did I have to go and kiss him? I should have just rolled my eyes and told him to back off, but no, I had to play along, to act like it was all fun and games. And now? Now, I'm stuck in my room, hungover and emotionally wrecked.