It was nearly Christmas. Well, actually it was November 27th but the shops were already decorating their walls and what not for the upcoming holiday.
"Eren, you are going to stain the window."
I blinked my thoughts away and backed away from the shop window. There was a foggy spot on the glass that started fading slowly in the cold air.
"Hm," I hummed, turned away from the shop and started walking down the street. I heard Armin shuffle after me, snow crunching under his feet.
I was in a bad mood. No, - holidays are nice and all but not when you get dumped and all the plans you have made, go down the drain.
I stuffed my hands into the pockets and felt a paper crinkle under my fingers. I felt how anger rose in my belly, traveled up my chest and locked somewhere in my throat. I swallowed thickly and kept it there.
"You should let it all go."
I turned to look at Armin, who now caught up with me and was walking right next to me.
I wonder what he meant: the whole break up thing or the anger that was firmly lodged in my throat.
