He didn't do anything.
Didn't say anything.
But he wasn't the only one. Because what was I supposed to say?
Sorry I killed your friends?
Sorry that I ruined your life?
No.
So instead I dragged him upstairs. As soon as my hand met his skin he flinched violently and hands flew up to claw anything in reach. As if the touch of my skin burned him. Maybe it did. After all, I seemed to damage everything.
So I pulled him into my room and opened the drawer, putting the weapon in the pocket that was empty. I'd almost forgotten the knife in the other.
Now what?
Should I wait for the cops to come?
Would they even come?
Eren hasn't called them and neither have I. He stared blankly out in the air, like if he was at another place. Maybe his mind has already left this world. Maybe mine has too.
Should I sit down beside him?
He lifted his frozen face to meet mine. Still not saying a word, but his eyes said it all. The otherwise bright eyes was now dull and expressionless, but they left me a clear message.
Go to hell.
He was covered in blood.
After all of this time and waste of blood and all I'd accomplished was to make him filthy.
Broken eyes stared into mine.
I lifted the gun, feeling the cool metal against my head.
And then I pulled the trigger.
Because it wasn't the world who made him like this.
It was me.
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