36. 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧ₑ

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036,  𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿

𝘵𝘸: heavy drinking, physical violence, self harm/suicide ideation, panic attacks, physical aggression/assault (non-consensual kiss) 

the first half of the chapter is so fucking funny bro trust im not that evil 

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Eren's POV, Friday October 31st, 4:00 pm 

DESPITE ALL THE FUCKED UP, HORRIBLE THINGS EREN JAEGER HAS DONE, THE UNIVERSE—AGAINST ALL LOGIC, AGAINST ALL ODDS—HAS GIVEN HIM A GIFT.

You. 

You with your pretty eyes. 

Your soft voice. 

Your perfect fucking soul. 

You are the one think he never expected to touch. A miracle. A reprieve. A slife of light wedges into a life carved from violence and regret.

Sometimes, when he thinks about it too long, Eren still can't wrap his head around how the universe is cruel enough to break people the way it broke him, yet kind enough—merciful enough—to hand him you.

You are the kind of beautiful that makes people gentler without even trying. The kind that makes him want to be better just so he doesn't ruin you by simply existing near you.

You are the one thing he never thought he deserved. And absolutely the thing he never though he'd get. 

He'd tried. God knows Eren had tried so fucking hard to stay away. To hold himself back. To keep distance between your world and the ruined pieces of his . 

He tried telling himself, over and over, that people like him don't get to have people like you. They don't get softness or watch. They don't get a future where someone looks at them lik they're worth saving. 

But then he told you his secret. 

His last, pathetic attempt to push you away. The one no one else knows. The truth about the night he killed his own mother. The night he learned how grief tastes. How rage feels when it burns everything inside you hollow. 

And he waited. Waited for disgust. Waited for you to full back. He waited for your eyes to shift into that familiar shape—fear, recoil, revulsion. 

Eren waited for you to run. 

But you didn't. 

You stayed. You stayed when he finally broke down. You stayed when he cried—really cried, the kind of crying that comes from the deepest, most private part of a person. You stayed when he couldn't breath. You stayed when he couldn't look t you because he didn't want you to see him like that. 

You sat there with him, fingers threading gently through his hair, thumb brushing away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. You didn't look away. 

Instead—you kissed him.

And everything changed. 

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