Boulder
I'm sitting on top of a boulder; it's almost round and maby fifteen to twenty meter hgh. I can't imagine it is the most convenient or cleanliest thing thing to be sitting on but I don't thinking of it in moment. There's enough sunlight to see the boy across from me on the giant rock, but not enough to blind a man. Or if there is it's to my back and it's the other's problem in which case I couldn't care less. I can't focus on anything but my own thoughts and Eren and even him I'm not actually paying much attention to. He's rattling off about his problems and life, making hand gestures every so often. Being a fifteen year old, titan shiftier can have it's affects.
Why he has chosen me to be his therapist, I don't know. But I listen as his mouth moves but no words come out; for a total of three more seconds. I want him to shut up so bad, there's no reasoning to it. I just need him to be quite. I grab the younger by the back of his neck: where I would rip him from his own flesh, if he ever lost control. While l lean forward, I bring his face closer to mine. Our lips are just about to meet and-my eyes open slightly, there's a high pitch whistling from a bird outside and I close my eyes again, the boy gone. Just a dream.