A/N: Whoa, hey guys, it's been a while! I'm sorry that I left off so abruptly and for such a long while, but I had exams and stuff, and I simply lost the urge and imagination for this story; I'm worried that it won't turn out as well as it deserves to be, but I'm trying to put myself together and continue the story, so I apologize in advance.


Once again, i entered my apartment in a foul mood due to one man. That one man has caused me so much pain and distress over a course of a few months that I feel like I'm going insane. I never understand what he wants from me, and what I want from him; it's an endless cycle of tricks and desires, and I don't know how much more I'm supposed to handle.

I dragged myself onto the couch and lay on my side, compressing myself into a fetal position.

"Mr. Jaeger, I've just about had it with you."
"I am your superior, do not address me as your casual."
"Any adult would understand.."
"..or you can just leave."

The scenes replayed in my head over and over again. Every word sends pain throughout my body.
I clench my chest, as my heart begins to ache. Why is this happening? I always wanted nothing more than to rid myself of that man and to leave that damned company, and here I am, achieving both of those ambitions and the only feeling shrouding me is dread.
I'm supposed to be enjoying myself; I'm relieved of those stupid shoujo manga duties, and I finally get to sleep whenever I want to for however long. I never have to see that sadistic bastard again, and I can return to the peaceful and normal life I once had prior to this ordeal.

I felt a tear slide down my face.
I'm crying? Why would I be crying over something as absurd as this? Getting published is the only thing I care about, but then why does my current situation feel like it hurts more than being rejected my dream?
I'm struck with reminiscence: I recall being cheerfully greeted by Hanji every morning; I can physically feel the amazing tackle-hugs she gave me that I took for granted. I remember Connie always cracking wise remarks at Jean every time he tried to hit on Mikasa, and how Sasha just sat there eating popcorn or potato chips without a care; how Petra always tried to calm everyone down and keep us in check. I envision Christa's bright and deceitful smile as she brought fate's game upon me, and then I remember how terrified I was to be locked alone in Levi's office; how we glared at me with murderous eyes; how he insulted me and carved out any pride I had within me, how he always put me on the spot...how whenever he complimented me I felt as if I could achieve anything, how when he spoke his voice dwindled in my ears for the whole day, how when he smiled my heart skipped a beat; how when he touched me, the sensation was left tingling for hours; how when he brought our faces close together, I could gaze into his mysterious dark eyes without a reason; how being with him made me feel secure...and how the last words I will ever hear from him placed me into such a petty state.

Realizing all of this just made the single tear from my eye multiply, multiply until it turned into a waterfall of built-up emotions, blurring not only my vision but also my mind.
I feel tired, so tired, and heavy. I have an agonizing headache, I think I'll just sleep.


Ring! Riing!
Ring! Riing!

I was expelled from my slumber by the repetitive ring of my phone; great, just who can this be?
Opening my eyes, I felt a twinge of pain; dried tears sealed my eyes and fought against me opening them. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and reached for my phone, which I had left in my pocket.
Unknown number.
I was taken aback by the unidentified caller ID, yet cautiously answered.

"H-hello?" My voice croaked; it was raspy from a mix of crying and sleeping. I cleared my throat and repeated myself more clearly.
"Hello." The caller replied, wavering; the voice was female. "U-um, is this Eren Jaeger?" she asked, uncertain.
"Yes, this is he, but may I ask who this is?" I answered.
"Oh!" the voice shot up, strengthened and reassured. "Eren, how are you! I'm so glad that this is still your number. This is Misaki Hana from your graduation class; I don't know if you remember me." The voice explained.

I searched my memory for retrieval of that name, because it did sound a bit familiar. Finally I remembered. "Ah, Misaki-chan! Yes, I remember now." Misaki was a really pretty auburn-haired girl in my Literature class in Junior year of University. I remember hanging out with her every day at lunch discussing ideas of what we would write about, and what we would do once we get published; although I can't help feel that we hung out with another person as well. Although she's an aspiring writer, she chose to major in psychology since her ideas kept getting shot down as did mine.

"What a surprise it is to have you call, a wonderful surprise of course, but still.." I trailed off
"Oh, yes, sorry for the abruption, but I have to collect data on a patient in the Chiyoda prefecture, and I remember you saying how you were going to move there after University to meet with some publishing company, so I found your number buried somewhere within my contacts list and decided to give you a call, see how things are going and such." She explained.

How am I supposed to explain to her that not only did I move to Chiyoda and get hired at the company for the wrong department, but I also spent my time being sexually and verbally harassed by my boss that ended up laying me off, and that while currently unemployed I need to find out how to pay off Tokyo's hella-high rent.

"A-ah, things...well, they surely are interesting.." I nervously laughed, not wanting to explain the situation.
"Well, that's good, I guess." She cheered; oh, but little did she know. "Hey, I know it's a bit late and all, but, would you mind getting a cup of coffee with me? I'm just too exited to even think about sleeping, and I really want to know what's been going on with you lately; catch up, just like old times." She asked, voice softened.
I was taken a bit by surprise by her request, and what did she mean by late? I haven't even bothered to check the time yet. Checking my watch, it read 8pm; I would usually be getting off of work by now. I would really like to get that subject off of my mind, so I guess it wouldn't really hurt to go out for some coffee, and talk about literature for once.
"Yeah, I'd really like that. By the main subway there's a cafe, Cafe Amor, if you'd like I can meet you there in about 20 minutes or so" I suggested, even though I'd run the risk of meeting Levi at the station, I won't let him control my life, so whatever.
"That'd be great, actually! I've been sitting at the train station for an hour trying to figure out what I was going to do first, I really didn't want to go interrogate my patient this late in the hour, and then I remembered you and, yeah." She laughed.
"Alright, then it's settled, see you in about 20 minutes." I smiled.
"It's a date!" She sang as she ended the call.

A date, huh?


With a new character introduced, what will become of Eren's tale next? Find out tomorrow (or this week) because I sure as heck plan to update and finish this; thank you for bearing with me.