Bloody Love ( ERERI / RIREN)

× I Misfortune By Chance ×

5 February Saturday

He laughed with the fading echo of kids laughter around the empty street. It wasn't a laugh coming right from his heart, but he was happy. He bent his head down and with a slightly smile, kept on walking on his way.

He was walking by one lonely street, while his mind took in another direction. Pictures of what happened two days ago were being repeated like a cassette in his head. Suddenly the feeling of unknown lips hit him like a train. He froze on the street and swallowed nervously. This is not happening. ̶I̶ᴛ̶ ̶ᴄ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶·̶ᴛ̶ ̶ʙ̶ᴇ̶.̶ His teenage hormones can't take control over him. He mustn't let himself to his devilish feeling.

Right after getting home, he jumped on his bed, facing the opposite wall. Questions were pouring over him again, but he blocked them as turning on the other side and closing eyes. Maybe he should tell his dad. A strange, hot man with funny height pinned him to the wall and brushed his soft lips on his neck making him burn more furiously than hell. Probably not the best idea.
He signed as lying with his eyes shut. But he was good. His perfect figure in those black, thigh clothes. The coldness he was radiating off, wrecking with his own burning body. His pale skin, face and oh those cold, piercing eyes. Silver digging holes in him and the lips.. Gently pressed on his n-..
His thoughts about the stranger were blurring. Drowned in black till they completely ̶ᴅ̶ɪ̶s̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴘ̶ᴇ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶ ̶shut. He fell asleep.

The Dark Lord was gonna swim in his conscious for a long time. Will he see him again? Has the chance of talking to him? He  ̶ᴡ̶ɪ̶s̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶  hoped to see him again. Even if he didn't talk, just to glance at him over again.

He was imaging him pressed to him again. His hands, this time not on his both sides but on him. His lips were getting closer and were touching with his. Oh, there he is now, standing in a big room in front of a wall of windows with unforgettable view. An endless town with nobly rising buildings around. He looked down. So high, the cars were moving, but they looked like ants from there. Blink. And now he was on the roof. Wind was blowing around him while glasses were falling like transparent snowflakes.

- Eren.

He opened his eyes slowly to find out its fully dark. The night has begun. He got up with effort and looked at the clock. 10:52p.m. He signed hopelessly. Going again to school with no homework tomorrow.

He rubbed his eyes and went out on his terrace. He was no longer punished.

The cold, night breeze played with his hair and for a second he shuddered. He was sinking in thoughts until he noticed it. The same shadow. The one, which was haunting him everywhere during these two days. He took a sharp breath and slowly got inside as he closed the window and pressed his back to it. He closed eyes and tried to not think about anything. It was safe here and besides his father was in the next room. While opening them he watched the shadow jumping on his terrace as reflection from the moon.

He got scared, but tried immediately to hide it. He turned around. The man was standing there, leaning to the ledge with his head, slightly looking down - starring at him. Eren was watching him and strange feelings of fear and delight were rising in him. He came closer to the window and placed his hand to the glass. The dark man looked at him with a small surprised as moving his eyes from Eren's hand to his face. Clear curiosity has filled his eyes.

The next moment he stepped ahead and pressed his own palm to the cold glass that was the only thing separating them from each other. The boy was watching him rupturing with the man answering his glare.

Suddenly the door opened and Eren jumped.
- Er-What are you doing?
- Oh um.. Dad.. Sorry.. I was just um, looking out of the window. - He smiled nervously at his father, who was looking at him confused.
- Aha.. Okay. I was just gonna ask if you want anything to eat. I'm making dinner.
- Yeah, okay. I'll be down in a minute.
- Okay. - His dad nodded and closed the door.