The Intern

Chapter 49

"You can't just lay there like that forever."

Mikasa's voice was muffled through the series of pillows I had stacked over my head hours ago, but somehow it was just as annoying as if she were screaming it next to my ear. Of course, that was mostly due to the fact that I had heard the same words repeated every fifteen minutes for the past three days. And to be honest, they were getting old at this point. It wasn't going to make a difference whether she screamed it with a megaphone or whispered it across the room; the result was going to be the same.

I wasn't fucking moving for anything.

"Eren." There was a snap to her voice now, and I felt movement above my head as she ripped away one of the pillows. And the subsequent groan as she found another one waiting beneath it.

I'd learned my lesson days ago when she stole the only pillow I had for an hour-long talk that I had since blocked out, and had no desire to revisit any time soon.

"So help me, Eren." Another pillow left my head and this time she whipped it down against my backside. It could have been a ton of bricks and I still wouldn't have noticed. "If you don't get your ass out of bed right now, I will get Hanji up here and have her drag you out."

I flinched against the pillow at the name I knew all too well, knowing I could never see her face again. She was his best friend, and probably wanted nothing to do with me. Which is why I knew Mikasa's threat was an empty one.

"Do I have to get him up here?"

She was aiming at my heart and she was a perfect shot. But she couldn't see the pain with the pillow covering it.

"Good luck with that." I muttered into the fabric, too muffled to sound emotional at all. Even if I was dying inside.

"I didn't say it would be willing." She snatched another pillow and I grabbed onto the last, my fingers digging into the fabric. She was relentless today. "I'll drag that fucking pint sized asshole up here by his hair if I have to."

"Pretty sure he can take you." The words strained tight in my throat and my stomach twisted uneasily as his perfect face invaded my mind as if it had never left.

And I was pretty sure it hadn't.

She grabbed the center of the pillow and tugged hard. "Not with the mood I'm in, he can't. I'm tired of watching you lay here and waste your life over some fucking boy."

"He wasn't just some boy." I growled into the pillow, emotion pushing my teeth together as I held fast to the fabric. "He was my whole life."

"Well, it's time to get a new one." Mikasa wrenched the pillow away and tossed it across the room, leaving my face and every emotion on it bared to her.

But right now all I felt was anger. All I could do was glare. "I don't want a life that doesn't have him in it."

"Well maybe you should have thought about that before lying to the king of fucking morals." She rolled her eyes as she tossed the other pillows off the mattress. "Seriously, I've never seen someone get so sensitive over a lie. You'd think for someone who owns a BDSM club, he'd have a little wiggle room."

"The Wall doesn't have anything to do with this." I sat up and pressed a hand against my forehead, running it down over my eyes with a groan. "I fucked up. I knew before he even found out, but I just couldn't..."

"You were scared." Mikasa dropped down onto the bed beside me, pulling her legs in and sitting with them crossed on the bed. "And who could blame you? He's your first real relationship, and it's not like you can say that any of this was normal."