"Okay Jean. No more of your shit."
Eren jammed at the controller at full force, rapidly pinning down the buttons and knocked down his opponent. Mikasa doesn't seem interested in the slightest, eyes glued to the novel that she was reading. Armin on the other hand, sat with his legs crossed on the soft fur carpet and watched the two playing their video games.
"Damn. I was so close." Jean threw away the controller, letting out a loud sigh. The hundredth time, he still lose to Eren although he got his equipment all upgraded.
"I'm bored I'll go out for awhile." Eren grabbed the bluish-grey scarf on the coatrack, lapping it onto his neck as he headed for the door.
"Wait, Eren! It's autumn for god's sake! You'll freeze to death!"
"I survived winter didn't I?" Eren stared blankly at Jean, then wrenched the doorknob, closing it behind him.
Just as he was about to go after him, Jean felt a tight grip on his shoulder.
"Just let him be Jean. Today's that day."
Eren stood under the massive maple tree, watching his own breath starting to form into a swirl, then disappearing into the cold air. Orange, yellow, red, brown; these colors were everywhere; on the busy streets, on the unoccupied benches,on the cold rock pavement beneath him. Only one thought occupied his mind.
Eren placed his frozen hand on the bark of the humongous tree, gently placing his head on it despite the cold. It has already been three years since the accident happened. The heart-wrenching accident that made him suffer. He wasn't the childish Eren he was before now, he's already an eighteen year-old. And yet, there's still a childish part inside of his heart. He wanted him back.
He felt the frozen bark under his fingertips, gently numbing its senses. Eren liked that feeling, he doesn't know why. Upon hearing the sounds of gentle footsteps, Eren glanced over at the faint two figures approaching. He narrowed his eyes into a silt, trying to make an image out of the two. They were holding hands, like too lovers having a stroll during the autumn end. One tall, the other shorter. Talk about being a midget, Eren let a small ungenuine chuckle escape from his lips. He was short too, but the most attractive person alive.
As the two grew closer, something tickled at the back of Eren's back. Something was amiss. He took a few steps forward, trying to get a better view of the two. The taller one was a female, and shorter was a male. Eren knew it all too well. The man that had his silky black hair parted in between his forehead; and that's when his eyes start to water.
It's him.
"Armin, do you know what's going on with Eren? He doesn't even want to eat, nor does he sleep. He'll get sick!" Mikasa paced around the living room frantically, her eyelids baffled worriedly.
"I don't know Mikasa...he's been like that since he came back two hours ago..." Armin brought a hand up his chin, trying to analyze the problem faced by his dear childhood friend. Eren was important, both to him and Mikasa. Anything happens to Eren, the two will rush over to his aid, without exceptions. "Judging by the look on his face...I bet he saw a certain someone..."
"Is it him?" Mikasa's gaze hardened, a feeling of hate and betrayal rose up inside her.
"Probably."
Eren wrapped himself in the bed sheets to form a cocoon, his eyes staring blankly at the turqoise wall in front of him. His mind was blank, just as blank as his heart was. He had waited three years. Three years for him to come back. His friends assured him that he wouldn't, but he waited. And waited. And waited. Until now. He retuned.
Eren tugged as his bed sheets tighter and felt those tears swell up again. He reluctantly let them trail down onto his sullen face, then staining his bed sheets. What's this feeling again? Yeah. Most probably. Like a dumped lover who was crying her eyes out.
Why did he do this to me? Did he forget about me? Eren squeezed his eyelids tight, whimpers choked in his throat. After all we've gone through together, did you just erased me, wiped out my existence in the world?
"Eren..."
The sound of his step sister echoed inside the room. Hastily, Eren wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and spun around, not wanting to let his sister see him in his current state.
"Yes? What is it?"
"You saw him didn't you?"
Eren's muscles tensed up, the excruciating pain throbbed in his heart once again. His teary eyes met the indifferent ones as the two embraced, Eren's tears wetting Mikasa's red scarf.
"Eren...what happened?"
"Levi, aren't you cold?" The peach haired girl tightened her grip around her boyfriend's soft palm.
"No." Levi repondly impassively, eyeing around the quite familiar surrounding. He was sure he heard someone just now. The sounds of footsteps, but, where did it come from?
The two sat down onto the bench, taking a rest from the long walk. It's been awhile since he came back here, to Shigashina. Who knows why he remembered so little about his past, or why was he in Paris in the first place.
Levi withdrew his hand from Petra's, tucking it inside his hoodie. The color of autumn was his favourite, the colors blend together in harmony; just like it how it settled his heart every year.
The gigantic maple tree drew his attention, as he witnessed a maroon maple leaf descend from the crimson sky. It was then, a flash of familiar turqoise flashed before his eyes.
"Who is it?"
There, a short first chapter. I'll make more if I get reviews. Until then!
