Alone With You (On Hiatus)

|Chapter 2|

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[Eren pov]

I woke up that day in a fairly good mood. Even though the weather was not as good as my mood was, I had a feeling today would be a good day.

After my usual morning routine, I went out to breathe in the fresh morning air. The clouds were ruling over the whole sky with a ominous presence, as if to make me believe my first thought of the day would be proven to be false.

After a minute or two spent outside, I went back inside my little wooden house to eat a simple breakfast consisting of some fruits and nuts that could be found all over the island.

I then headed out to the village from which my little house was farther, almost on another smaller island. I had always lived my life in this little wooden house. I lived there with my mom when I was younger but she died six years ago due to an illness. My father, him, was nowhere to be seen since I was five or maybe six years old. He had gone somewhere, leaving only a note behind without a reason as to why he was gone. My mother and me would avoid the subject from that time on, not desiring to bring up such a disappointment back into our life.

Luckily enough, almost everyone in the village near by were always friendly with us. Even more after father's departure and even more after mother's death, when I was left alone to fend for myself.

I did not really need to work and, to be frank, almost nobody in the village had a constant job like anyone from a richer country would have. The island provided all of us in terms of food so people could focus on developing some skills for making the most required daily life objects such as pottery, sculpture (for wooden objects such as a chair or a table and building houses), metallurgy, etc. to make our lives easier and more convenient. People of this island would always contribute one way or another into everyone else's lives. It was a big cooperation type of community and I loved this idea, this reality that was ours.

Also, the people of this island had more than enough time to practice and master skills for their own pleasure and maybe the pleasure of others. Sculpture, painting, jewelry, anything handmade that would light up our daily lives was always more than welcome and people were always sharing their accomplishments with others and exchanged or simply gave things instead of using money.

I went to Armin's house first. I knew he would be there like he were in each morning, waiting for my arrival. We always went together to collect all the necessary things for us for our daily lives like food and sometimes new pots and cauldrons or frying pans or whatever else would be needed.

Our island was populated by all kinds of people. There was the natives, like me; people who were born on the island. There were also "outsiders", more like people who came from other places to start anew here, far from their previous lives. Armin was the second kind of people. His parents died when he was little so when his grandfather brought him here, I had the pleasure of meeting him for the first time and we have been friends ever since. He was there for me to support me as he always did when my heart broke due to my mom's death. I would never forget his help in this trial life had given me.

Later that day, in the afternoon when the sky had finally cleared up and returned to its usual bright blue color, I went back outside, on the beach this time. I was going for my usual walk when I saw further away the shadow of a small silhouette laying down on the white sand. I rushed over, worried as to whom it could possibly be laying there.

I fell down to my knees in the white sand right beside the men that was unconscious. His figure was really beautiful and I was envious of his musculature. I could see his abs through his wet shirt. He was short though. It was hard to tell at first glance when he was laying down but I noticed since I was myself tall enough.

He probably was washed up from the waves to the beach. I wondered if he had been on a ship or a plane that could have crashed onto the ocean. I could always ask him later.

I checked his pulse to see if he actually was still alive and he was breathing somehow. Relieved of not having to take care of the dead body of a stranger, I went over his head to grab him under his arm to bring him to my house and take care of him but he suddenly opened his eyes. Clear and sharp as ice grey eyes stared at me without really seeing me. I tried to tell him not to worry, that I would take care of him and that he would survive this and whatever came to my mind but he did not seem to understand either because he did not speak my language or because he was too shaken by what happened to him. However, a faint smile found its way onto his thin lips and somehow illuminated my whole day. He mumbled something I could not quite understand and it confirmed the fact that he did not speak my language. In the end, his head fell back on the sand as he was once more unconscious.

I sighed and grabbed him again but this time I went for bridal style, judging it would be more pleasant for him then dragging him on the ground even though my house was not far from there. He was surprisingly light even though he was unconscious so that greatly facilitated shifting him all the way to my house.

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