Little drabble of Eren x Levi, Levi x Eren, Ereri, whatcha matcha call it :D It seems like this story will take a bit time to finish, so any reviews, support, eyeballs, and likes would be all an fantastic option! Arigatou gozaimasu! \(^q^)/
(P.S. : I don't… own… shingeki no kyojin… attack on titan… 진격의 거인… TVT…. Wwwwhhhyyyyy….)
I entered a room where the heart monitors beeping, silently beside the white bed in a white room. Then I slowly approached whose heartbeat is being monitored when I saw an eye glistening in fear as its clear transparent tears was falling, and landing nowhere. When I was ready to turn back, suddenly "it" grabbed my hand telling me nothing but silence. I wanted to wake up at that moment. Since I knew I was going to wake up again from this dream. So I decided to let go of this weak trembling hand, since I have nothing to do with this. Because I know this was nothing more than a sound that's telling me if this person is alive or dead. A person's heart beat I don't have in memory of. This is nothing but a dream. But I am afraid…
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Monday (the Boy's POV)
I woke up. This shitty dream has acted as a damn alarm clock for my past 15 years now. I am getting sick of it. I am always sleep deprived from this dream when I have school to go to. I have been taking pills prescripted by the doctors but it seems like its not working. Therefore I am still scared that this dream would come and hunt me again. I don't like this feeling of anxiety, this feeling of being insecure. I just wanted to close these eyes and go to sleep but my illness as a germaphobia didn't allow me to do so. Lying in my sweaty bed that is also soaking my clothes at the same time, I needed to clean this. I just don't want the feeling of this 'thing' touching me anymore. So I got up and started with my daily routine; waking up 3:00 am in the morning with a distubing nightmare, cleaning my damp, sweaty bed sheets, and finally getting myself prepared for high school.
Sucking 3 hours of my life for this past 15 years, it seems like this cycle would never stop.
6:00 AM
Getting this shitty work done for 15 years of my life every single day isn't really a pain in the ass, since it means I am cleaner than others. I am particularly glad I have this illness, since it doesn't allow me to get too close to others, or even make any contact with them at all.
It was okay.
However I felt like there was always something missing in my life. Something big, but I realize soon enough it was something too painful for me to remember since it always gave me a unpleasant headache, causing me to disturb my other thoughts such as work. So I decided it would be for the best to seal these fragments of memories away and never to remember it as long as I live. It sometimes feel like I am running away from something, but I didn't have any time to be thinking of that. With a last sip of my black tea, I grabbed my toast from the toaster with my napkin, and headed out to the door. opening and closing the heavy apartment door with my hankercheif, i felt the cold breeze of early spring hitting on me. I shivered slightly, but ignored the coldness and got on to my bicycle as I rode away, watching as I continued to get further and further away from my apartment complex.
To be continued… (Thank you for staying in my boxes my friends, and see you again in the near future!)