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𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 <3

𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳,

𝘴𝘰𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘬

Specifically 5:30 am, Y/N capsized over the wide bed feeling the thin white bedsheets blunder through legs. Her head tilted from left to right as her slim eyes gradually opened into a squint.

The bed felt light. It was cold. The toned figure of the brunette male adjacent to her went ashtray as if she just woken up from a dream.

She positioned herself up as the rest of the bedsheets slipped away from her breast like liquid mercury touching the surface of her skin.

Surveilling over the bedroom for a moment, she eyed the sheer austere white curtains. The bitter 5th of December breeze fired upon her room causing goosebumps to appear on her soft skin as her hair rose up like spears escaping through the soil.

Her feet touched the millions of scrunched papers, books and assignments dispersed around her room like prolapsed Sakura blossoms on a late spring time May interlude. Then she remembered that he pulled an all nighter last night. She must've dosed off into sleep after finishing her assignment that was due at 9 am.

She tiptoed through the small gaps she saw along her red magnolia floorboards trying not to step on his papers leaving her feet prints behind.

She walked through the curtains as if she was Alice following a blue cat into wonderland seeing the figure of the man she loved. Her eyes tainted with the pretty reconnaissance of him who was slightly out-of-the-way from her underneath the dawn sky at now 5:35 am.

The sound of cars speeding bye, trucks honking at the busy traffic, sounds of shop owners unlocking the rusty gates to their store going down all the way through sixth avenue.

Manhattan was city that never sleeps.

She saw him end the call as he gripped onto the phone in his hand staring at nothing but the view of identical buildings parallel to him separated by the never ending busy street in cipher.

She walked up to him in silence her feet flattening against the smooth stamped concrete in her balcony. Her bare chest met his bare back. Her arms wrapped around his toned stomach. Her now cold cheek met his shoulders.

She closed her eyes and tuned in to the sound of his hopeless breaths.

"Who was it?" Her smooth morning voice uttered staring up at his sharp jawline, referring to the call he just ended.

"It was Jean," he replied before clearing his throat.

She hummed in response sinking her head further into his the curve of his spine shivering vaguely as he tilted his head slightly to get a glimpse of her.

"It's cold, go wear something," he uttered as she shook her head slightly.

"I want you to keep me warm," she spoke almost in a whisper.

He turned around without uttering a word from his soft lips. His arms wrapped around her naked torso as her chest met his. She rested her cheek just above his heart. Her eyes narrowed almost as if she was resting them shut.

It's been three years and he still found himself mad over her.

His woman.

She was so much more than gorgeous, so much more than divine.

She resembled a beautiful morning. Or an august night during the lunar eclipse.

Whenever she looked at him with those mesmeric eyes, it was like his heart stopped, just so he could catch the drift of what he was looking at.

She held puissant over him. His love for her was irresistible and never ending.

It lasted more than the number of stars at night.

She made his heart flare like the rosette nebula that bared resemblance to an oil painted rose on a black canvas.

"Eren,"

She uttered his name. Her gaze trailing up at the brunette male. Who's hair was still significantly similar in length.

"Yes my love?" He responded. His melancholy green iris trailing down to meet hers.

"Do you still love me?" She asked a smile creeping up her face.

It was a stupid question. She knew he loved her. She just wanted to hear him murmur sweet nothings in her ear again.

Just to be reminded of how much she meant to him. And to always remember why she loved him.

"Do I still love you?" He repeated in a questionable manner.

He pulled her closer to him just so he could rest his chin on her delicate shoulder. And smell the intimate scent on the crook of her neck.

He kissed the pulse on her neck delicately leaving a trail of butterfly kisses from her collarbone all the way up to her ear before he whispered.

"You're like the treasure to my poor, the company to my loneliness; the joy to my heartache, you're a reason to breathe, for me...you are everything." he listed. His nose touched hers while he stared at her lips licking his before he gave her a soft smooch

"And I will always love you,"

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬.

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘱𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳.

𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 <3