Riren/Ereri One Shots!

I'm Sorry For You Loss (The Feels!!)

Heyo! How are all of you guys? Sorry I haven't been on here in a while... I'm having family issues. ⚔WARNING: THIS ONE SHOT CONTAINS THE FEELS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ACTIONS, AND DEPRESSION⚔ Just thought I would put that out there. Honestly, I think I'm better at writing sad one shots than fluff or smut ones. Hm.... it's kinda weird... Eh. Anywho... I'm out! ~Eren.The.Jaeger~

(Eren's P.O.V.)

It's been two years and I've got so many dirty looks as I roll around on the street. (A/N: I would get so many dirty looks if I rolled around on the street!! 😂😂😂)

And by roll, I mean I'm in a wheelchair. They always have that look that digs deep into my soul.

Some people offer to help me with things.

I always say no.

Some people spit on me.

Sometimes I spit back.

I don't want to be treated like this. But I guess that's what I get for losing my legs in a car crash.

My husband, Levi, tries to help with everything I do, but I tell him I can do it on my own. He's had a look too. I think it's pity. I want him to look at me like he used to, with love and happiness. Now he looks at me worried with, like I said, pity.

I'm about to cross the street and a car honks at me. I flip the bird at them and cross anyway. I follow the street signs to our apartment. I wheel into the elevator.

I was angry when people, especially our neighbors in the apartment, did stuff for me.

I wish they all went back to the way they used to be. We used to laugh, joke and play cards every Friday. Now they bring food over with pity written all over their faces.

There it is again. That word, pity. I've been getting a lot of that. I kind of expected it, but then after a year, I thought it would go away. Apparently not. It never left their faces. They try to hide it, but I can always tell. It always comes back to haunt me.

I wheel out of the elevator and go to our apartment. When I open the door, I see that Levi is making dinner.

I almost started crying because I remember when I used to cook dinner for us. I couldn't anymore because I couldn't reach very well onto the counter or in the cupboards to get things. Levi knows that I hate getting help so he doesn't help me when I try to make dinner, but I just gave up because there was no point.

"Hey Eren. How was work?"

"...." I don't talk that much anymore either. I want to block out the world and especially the people in it.

"Were people staring at you on the streets again?"

"...."

"I'm cooking steak, your favorite."

"Ok." I said in a voice just above a whisper.

I wheel into our room and go over to my desk. I put my arms on it then placed my head on top of my arms. I sigh. I hate being handicapped.

(Levi's P.O.V.)

Eren's always been this way since "The Incident". At least, that's what everyone calls it.

I know he hates it whenever he can't do something like, or at all, the way he use to. He doesn't admit it, but, I know that he wishes he were not alive sometimes.

The other day I found a bloodied razor in the cabinet under the sink, in a shoe box. I was so sad when I found it. I almost broke down and cried right then and there, but Eren was in the other room. He didn't know that I found out his little secret. I'd like to keep it that way. I know, I know, "Why don't you stop him?! He'll die this way!!" Well, I thought about it and realized that if he knew that I knew, I would probably make him go somewhere to get some help with that kind of stuff. But then, he would get angry at me because he wouldn't want to be treated differently, not unlike he already does. And then he would just be more mad and that wouldn't do him or I any good.