Grades and brigades

A familiar face

Lights. That's all he can see under him. He's standing at the edge of a bridge over a busy and fast going highway. He's sitting on the railing and watching everything go by. He pulled his long sleeved shirt down his arms so he held it in his fists. He nibbled on his snake bite piercings and let the tears freely roll down his tan face. The wind was chilly, he could feel it through his ripped jeans and the tops of his feet- exposed from his converse. A red car, blue, silver, black, many different colours were in his eyes and he waited for the right time to jump down. He felt he's lived long enough. He endured enough to be divided into three other lifetimes. He was tired of being completely dismissed by his father, who was too busy doing his tests. He was tired of only failing everything he tried and he was tired of being beaten for being different. He was sick of it. He planted his feet on the small edge of concrete bellow him and stood so he could stand over the highway. He spread his arms free to his sides and let the wind nudge him slightly. It's almost as if it was encouraging him to take the jump and leave this pathetic life quickly. He pulled a note from his pocket and looked at his name scrolled across the folded piece 'Eren Yaeger'. He put it on the railing behind him and left his wallet to hold it down. Someone else could use that money, he wouldn't need it any longer and he hoped that someone would read his letter. Eren let out a small breathe that came out like smoke from the cool temperature. He let his body flow with the wind and let himself fall forwards.

There was no rushing sound of wind around him. There wasn't cold air pushing against him in force. Instead, there was a warmth around his middle. He looked down and noticed two sleeved arms were holding him closer to the railing. He stared at the arms for what felt like hours and when they started to pull him back he fought forwards. The wind was teasing him. The world wasn't done torturing him, it wanted more despair. His struggle was persistent and even though the unknown person helping him got him onto the 'safe' side of the bridge, he broke free of their grip and tried to get to the edge again. Tears of frustration rushed down his cheeks, leaving a cool trail that was followed by another tear.

"Stop fighting me brat." A cold but worried voice called from behind him. The voice was familiar but Eren couldn't place it right then. He hesitated for a moment before he fell slack into the strangers arms. Eren didn't know how he could've failed at this too, he planned everything out to be perfect. His body shook and sobs hiccuped from his mouth. At some point he was turned and his face was on the warm fabric of this black, winter jacket. The mans arms were around his waist, holding him closely while Eren had thrown his arms around the mans shoulders. A warm breathe was on his neck and it suddenly reminded him how cold it was outside in November. Now, he shook with the cold and the man pushes Eren away fora second before removing his jacket to show off a pristine white dress shirt and a cravat that was holding the collar up on the shirt. The man was small in height, maybe 5'2-4, and his skin was a flawless ivory, his face was framed with beautiful raven black hair with an undercut. Erens gaze met the mans and he was met with a cool steel colour. He couldn't quite place how he knew this man but he just fell back into the mans arms and let the man lead them away from the bridge. They walked down the snowy sidewalk as snow flakes fell around them and they passed houses with their lights off. The night was quiet except for Eren's whimpering and crushed snow under their feet. Eventually, the two came up to a small house with dark red brick and a single door framed with windows. A small pathway met up to the door and the man opened it with his keys. He swept his feet along the carpet inside the house so Eren did the same. The man shut the door and flicked on the light switch which lit up the entry way and the kitchen. The kitchen had black cabinets and white counter tops. The entire space was perfectly clean, it would sparkle if it could. Eren took his boots off when he noticed the male take his own off and walk into the kitchen and reach up to the cabinet to his kettle and teas. Eren slid the jacket off and hung it on the hooks next to the door and followed behind the man.