It's a funny feeling, being trapped inside your own head. Granted, it's safer than existing out there where it seemed hearts and promises were meant to be broken. Where forever is just a figure of speech and not a tangible vow. Yes, it's safer inside your own head, but infinitely lonelier. You forget what it felt like to feel alive, to feel loved. Your only friend becomes the echo caused by you screaming your own name in a last ditch effort to call yourself back from the edge.
But I had never been good at being my own anchor. He had always been that for me. But I became too much of a load for even him. So he left and I stayed. My heart must have left with him because I hadn't felt much of anything since. Just the cold from the silence in my head that I can never permanently break.
I mostly spend the days motionless on our-or just my bed and keep my eyes closed so I don't have to see the emptiness as much as I feel it.
Sometimes I really think I hear him calling me softly; saying "Eren" in a voice simultaneously hot and cold, gray eyes boring into my green ones with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
But then something-most likely reality-breaks the illusion and I realize it's not him, it's not Levi. Only the echo inside my own head.
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Nothing ventured, nothing gained, ne~ Obscenely short as this is, I assure you it is intentionally so. 'Tis a product of a continuing song challenge with a page limit which I adhered to…for this one at least. More to be released interspersed between the main stories I have going.
Thank you for reading.