Promise Me | Book Three

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Mikasa's POV

The whole meal after that incident with the soup was too awkward. We ate our soup in utter silence and my poor attempts at rekindling conversation failed as his responses were short -- he clearly showed a disinterest in having any further discussion with me. I stopped making any more attempts after that. 

Eren barely said a word the remainder of the journey and even the drive home had an awful tension. He must be exhausted trying to get this thing to work; I have fallen out of love completely against my will and I feel terribly for him. I wish there was something I could do in order to make him feel better -- it's been a day since the happening and he never told me what he wanted to tell me.  I've been disinclined to speak with him again, but I must. It was the least that I could do. I got a gift from him however, although he never gave it to me in person. It's called a phone; this one is called a Linx. I was told that these devices are extremely dated as everyone else uses more practical and modern electronics nowadays (like the ear sets I've seen people wear), but some still use these and I was told that it was simple enough for me to be able to understand. Besides, the Linx phone already seems complicated enough as it is. I can send text messages, photographs, write and even draw. I can also stream videos from an interweb, but certain links are blocked for me because of a 'server reboot'. I don't quite know what that means, but it gives me something to do when I am bored.

Speaking of devices, I will phone Eren because I need to speak with him at some point. I have it beside me on the bedside table. I pick it up and the lockscreen greets me immediately with its routinely eye scan so that it knows it is me. I find Eren in my contact list and audio call him as I am not too keen on video calling him right now. It continually rings and I think to give up around twenty seconds in but he answers. 

With a groggy voice, he answers, "hello."
"Hey, Eren," I respond. "It's been quite some time since you know what and I assume you've cooled off quite some bit, so, I wanted to ask two things of you."
"What's that?"
"What did you want to tell me?"

There is an uncomfortable silence over the phone until I hear him mutter a quiet sigh.
"Does it really matter now?" He inquires, clearly not wanting to bring it up.
"Yes, Eren," I say. "It does and if you care enough about me, you'll tell me."

After another brief silence I hear his lips part, so I sit up from my previous lying down position, pressing a cushion between my legs.
"I'd tell you, but..." 

"But, what?

The long intervals between his speech really begin to aggravate me and I feel my eyebrows furrow. My past hours of pondering has really had me wondering whether he is taking me seriously at all lately. Ever since that incident, it's as if something has triggered these sort of responses to me and it seems he is not acting his normal self. I don't quite know what is going on with him mentally, but, what have I done to deserve the silent treatment? For someone who has supposedly cared for me as dearly as he said he did, he hasn't been responding to me very well at all.

"Forget I asked," I respond as neutral as I could muster. "You don't seem to be understanding my situation here. Please realise that I do not remember anything and I have awoken in a world full of things I don't understand and I am trying, okay?
 I know you loved me. I do, and I am so sorry that things have turned out the way they have, but this is how it is. I will try my hardest to get to know you again, but you have got to bear with me for this to work."

I felt like I should have finished there, but I need to be completely honest with him here. "I am willing to try at this for you. This is not an obligation but something I have chosen to act upon for your sake. I won't bother asking  again about that incident, but I will ask a couple things of you."