weltering flowers Eren X Y/N

you stood in front of the class reading out your poem knowing exactly the boy it was directed at. "how would I describe my first love? well the first boy who kissed my held my shoulders down like the handlebars of the fist bicycle he rode. I was 13 he had the smell of starvation on his lips which he picked up from his father feasting on his mother at 4am. he was the first boy to teach me my body was for giving to those that wanted. That I should feel anything less than whole. And my god did I feel as empty as his mother at 4:25am." you read out as you never once broke eye contact from those addicting green, teal eyes of Eren Jaeger.

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