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Unreachable souls

Unreachable things was a scary thing in this universe. Specially for Eren. Things he can't feel at the end of his fingertips, against the palm of his hand and against him. You can't reach for existence that's not there. It was scary that things disappear when their time have come to an end, leaving somewhere else where their beloved ones didn't belong. Yet. Because nothing lasts forever. Eternity is not a word, not a thing, not anything. Nothing was immortal, so eternity doesn't deserve a symbol and it doesn't deserve being tattooed on people's wrist, being there till the end of their life.

Ever since Eren was a little kid when his mother died of cancer, he didn't like the thought that he couldn't feel her hands against his. Not ever being able to have her arms around him, her gentle hand going through his hair. It was gone. She was gone. And unreachable. His lost made him shaken up and it was a damage for life. He had difficulties with sleeping, problems at school and home. After years he got on the right tracks again but her presence was something he missed every day.

It's almost been two years since the brunette graduated high school and college wasn't exactly something that crossed his mind. Mostly because he didn't want to bother his dad about it. So that's how Eren Jaeger ended up in a small apartment that was for at least two, with only light-grey walls and sloppy furnishings. He hadn't come so far that he was already started to think about dating and relationships. Holding hands in public, sharing kisses every second and using all his money on restaurants only for dates; it was nothing for him.

Eren was walking around in the little town that he had been wandering around most of his life. Everything was the same as always. Mostly because the little town never changed. Always the same old ladies sitting and knitting on the same terrace, little children playing some kind of games and the nerdy-looking juniors going in and out the comic store. Trost were little enough for people to recognize each other. Even if you drive past a person just getting a glimpse of them, you would recognize them at the store. Now, it's not like everyone smile and say hi when they walk past each other. That's only when there's acquaintances.

The air was silent and quiet chatter was heard by the little cafeteria on the other side of the streets. Cars weren't to see and neither anyone Eren happened to know by some reason. In his head a 'phew' was heard. The last thing he wanted now was to start conversations with people he didn't even know what their favorite color were. Don't get him wrong, he could gladly talk for hours with his friends, but not on a Sunday when he had free from work.

His quiet walk through the boring town with an empty mind was pretty chill. Well, until he noticed something out of normal in this uncharacteristic metropolis with unnoticeable people in it. Because on the top of the grey building that wasn't too tall, a not so unnoticeable boy sat. It was a long way up so the sight of him wasn't too clear, but Eren could clearly point out the black clothes he was wearing that matched his hair and due to that, his ridiculously pale skin. One of his legs was dangling from the edge of the building while he was resting his elbow on the other leg and on top of that, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

It's not something you see everywhere and Eren was simply puzzled by the sight. It left him with a lot of questions. Who is he? Why would he sit on the edge of a building? You don't just decide to dangle your legs over a dead end. Either you have a death wish or you're trying to come up with poetry about death. All of it made the brunette wonder. Wonder about what the boy was thinking about. Was he thinking suicidal thoughts, emo thoughts? They're probably the same thing.

Eren just kept walking mostly because there was nothing to do about the ravenette's freedom. But deep down, he knew thoughts of him was going to stick to him until night.

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The clock went way too fast for Eren and without realizing it, work was starting in not long. He ran off to his mini bathroom and brushed his teeth without actually brushing them. Before leaving, he took a quick glance at himself in the mirror being met by the greenish eyes he had been looking at for nineteen years. They haven't changed much. There was some blue that was mixed in them and he swore there was some light brown there too, almost like the color of honey. More he didn't have time to look at because his shoes were already on and he disappeared out the door, almost forget to lock the door behind him.