𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

30 ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉˡʸ, ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟺𝚝𝚑

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍. God, I miss her. She was the lesson I looked forward to every day, but then I fucked up and failed. Now, sitting in Armin's dimly lit dorm, the flickering light from the TV barely registers as I flip through the channels, but nothing can hold my attention.

Armin lounges on the bed across from me, engrossed in some mindless action flick. The sounds of explosions and car chases fill the space, but my mind is elsewhere—drifting back to Y/N, and the warmth of her laughter that now feels like a distant memory. I should be focusing on the ridiculous plot unfolding before me, but I can't shake the emptiness gnawing at my insides.

"Hey, man, you okay?" Armin's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I glance over, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, just... thinking," I say, though I know my tone doesn't match my words. I'm not okay. Not by a long shot.

Armin turns his full attention to me, concern etched across his features. "You've been like this all night. You can talk to me, you know."

I exhale slowly, running a hand through my hair as I contemplate how much to share. "It's just... I miss her so bad. I keep thinking about everything that happened, and I can't help but feel like I ruined any chance I had with her."

He nods, a sympathetic look in his eyes. "You made a mistake, Eren. It happens. But dwelling on it won't change anything. You need to figure out what you want to do next."

"What if it's too late?" I ask, the weight of despair creeping in. "What if she never wants to see me again?"

"Then you fight for it. You don't give up. But you also have to respect her space. If she needs time, you have to give it to her."

I feel the familiar frustration bubbling to the surface. "How can I give her space when all I want to do is reach out? I don't know how to fix this without looking desperate."

"Sometimes being honest is the best approach," Armin suggests. "Maybe you could write her a letter or something. Pour your heart out. Let her know how you feel."

I consider this for a moment, picturing Y/N's face as she reads my words. Could I really open up like that? Would it even make a difference? "A letter, huh? I guess it's better than just staring at my phone, waiting for her to text me back."

"Exactly. Just be sincere. Tell her you regret everything and that you want to make things right."

I nod, feeling a flicker of hope in the pit of my stomach. "Yeah, maybe I will. It's worth a shot."

The movie continues to play in the background, but I'm no longer focused on it. Instead, I start mentally drafting the words I want to say to her. How do I express the depth of my feelings? How do I convey the regret that eats away at me every single day?

"Do you think she'll even care?" I murmur, half to myself.

Armin leans back, considering my question. "If she's anything like you say, she'll care. Just remember, it's not about the words alone. It's about showing her you've changed."