Eins x Ernst Oneshots

A Poem That Was Never Supposed To Be Heard

Summery:

Eins x Ernst, Victor x Heine

A quiet train ride is the best time to feel depressed of  your life. This is the time to have a weak moment and spill it all. Who knew there was someone along with Ernst just giving up for this short moment? Who knew that this one encounter turned his life around? For better or for worse as they say.

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The train vibrations were rumbling but the sound was barely heard except at nightfall. 

Was this noise supposed to sound like a nuisance? Maybe at day, but at night it gives a satisfying music to your ears.

Situated there, as if you were waiting for something, or nothing at all.

Sitting down on the huge seat, walking carefully on the creaky floor, placing down a glass of water, were all sounds most easily heard at night. They were more important at night as well. You didn't want to wake anybody up after all.

No laughing, no talking, no teasing was done when everyone is sound asleep. Almost everyone.

This is the best time to let yourself go as the sound of the  train on the tracks conceal any hidden whispers, voices, or tears.  

The window was able to illuminate a dark night even with it's shadows, but the stars made everything seem okay. 

Leaves and leaves were the only things to look at beneath the stars but why look at them?

Only a quiet sigh came out of the man sitting on the seat with a glass of water clasped in his hands. 

When everyone speaks it's hard to figure out when something this truly off about the person. What if they knew you since you were young but wasn't able to figure out the difference now? What if that person was filled up with new emotions, feelings, that he forgot a few things? What if he forgot me?

The empty water in my hands served nothing but an excuse to get up and sit there to stare at the window. Letting go of my grief for a bit, looking at the stars once more, wondering if there are so many stars then don't be blinded by every light you see. Wish on your first one not every single one. That's what I did. Giving a wish to him and it was completed. I never wish on anybody else. I never relied on anyone else but you.

Was it jealousy? Was it envy? Was it begrudge? Was it me?

I never was perfect. Never will be. A polished outside meant nothing to those who knew me. The real me. Not the one who bows and gives polite courtesy to nobles and royals. The one who liked to spar and have fun. Everyone called it a boisterous attitude but not you. You tolerated with it. You tolerated me. 

Is it the fact that you trust me less? Or is it the fact that you never did trust me enough?  

Having your love for her this long and never losing it. Until your faithful brother's came to show you a new light. 

I always felt a scunner toward her.  

Did you really let her go? Or are you hiding your true feelings? Seems like these days it getting harder to read you. You could read the mind of anyone but I was the only one who could read you like an open book. Has the story ended? This quick? Or did it just begin? For some people yes it did just start. For me? I'm halfway done.