Feferi stood there, focused on the the patterns on the wall, the elaborate swirls, and miniature seahorses . The light purple mending nicely with the charcoal grays that stained the walls. Her fingers brushed lightly against the wall, her whole body becoming light and weak, fragile and ready to crack when touched. Like she was made of paper, and her bones were made of fine china. She turned her head slowly to the sound of an opening door, a man stood there. His chiseled features, and his stoic expression, he looked at her warmly. It had been a long time since he had last seen those beautiful green eyes, since he heard her voice, the voice that sounded like a million chiming little bells. He needed her, he knew that he needed to hold her close and whisper to her all her fears away..everything that she ever worried about. He wanted to take that all away from her, and as he walked closer and closer he body got colder and colder. She choked back a sob, looking up at him one lone tear falling down her cheek "Er-Eridan" She stuttered, as she fell to the ground, lifeless and cold, fragile and breathless. With that Eridan whispered words of regret and sorrow, as he picked up her limp body holding her close to him. "Feferi..no please no" He looked down at her his eyes filling with tears, spilling onto his cheeks, clutching her close never wanting to let her go.
He wakes up panting, his heart beating trying to escape his chest and run away into the night, his fingers clenched tightly around the lavender fabric, his toes curled tightly, chills running through him. Shaking and shivering and just feeling pure discomfort. His dreams had become worse, his memories soaking into them slightly only making them more bonechilling, bringing him more discomfort, more sadness. Tears streaked his cheeks as he sat there trying to even out his breath, practically feeling like he could just die then and there. He was finally able to draw back the covers and take one step onto the cold floor, a shock of cold rushing through him as he made his way out of the comfortable confines of his bed.
His feet padded the floor as he made his way to the bathroom on the opposite side of the seemingly vacant apartment. He was the only one living in it, and it was barely furnished enough to be considered a place to call home. But then again to Eridan it wasn't home, it was just another temporary place to live, just a barren shell of a home called a house or in his case an apartment building. He lived right inside of the tallest complex in New York, the level before the top level and seven levels above the bottom, he felt like he had his own little castle, but really it was only a maiden's chamber. He walked into the bathroom, twisting the faucets so they emitted warm water, he rubbed at his eyes. His sleepy expression stared back at him in the mirror, a small sharp smile that had been turned into stressed, creased frown throughout the years. He was never really happy, only just floating on the waters beneath him, drowning slowly as he kicked his feet to keep afloat.
He ran his hands through his hair, messily styling it and threw a shirt on over his slender torso. He sighed, squeezing himself into skinny jeans and slipping into a pair of boots. The coat that hung on the hook wrapped warmly around him, his scarf positioned nicely around his neck and his glasses perched lightly on his nose. He smiled, it was fake as the food they show on commercials but a fake smile was good enough to boost up the cheer meter, since it was practically an empty tube of despair. He sighed and exited the building, as he walked along the crowded streets of New York City, his hands in his pockets and the chill creeping up on him as he slowly headed towards a cafe where he would be able to sit and eat in the peace and quiet of dimmed lights and black coffee.