𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
         "𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗂 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."
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y/n's pov
A day had passed and I had done nothing but rot in my bed sheets. 
It was the easiest thing to do, there had been no call or check-in or a simple apology from him and I knew not to expect one anytime soon or at all. What I had gotten was a treasure trove of messages from Sasha, Mikasa, Armin, and Historia.  Each text either told me to push through or tried to make me feel like I didn't need Eren.
I didn't need Eren but I wanted him. The events of the day before felt like they had been permanently engraved into the groves of my brain, and with each flashback came the tears and burying my head into my pillow.
Was I idiotic to believe it had nothing to do with that girl? I wanted to believe him but I just couldn't. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like, what her voice sounded like, and she was more interesting than me? It angered me that I found myself being angry at whoever this girl was, it wasn't her fault that my now ex-boyfriend decided I was old news and not worth trying with.
My attempts at cyber-stalking this "Aurelia" were put on pause by an incoming call from Historia. It was the 5th time she had called and I had no other choice but to answer. "Hello?" I whispered through tears.
"Please don't tell me you're crying y/n?"
"I'm not crying," I remarked sarcastically.
"Well, I hope you're not crying by the time I get to your place because Ymir and I are taking you to their banquet,"
"I'm not going Historia. I don't want to run into him."
A sigh echoed from the other side, "You guys can fix this, you broke up because both of you were high on emotions. Eren is probably just being a dickhead right now." 
I didn't say anything for a minute, " I don't even have anything to wear."
"Sasha and I went and picked up something for you and we're already on our way so get out of those tear and snot-covered pj's I know you're in." 
"Whatever."
"See you soon Y/N." Historia had disconnected the call. I was not in the mood to go to a banquet where I would for sure run into Eren but maybe Historia was right. Maybe all of this could be settled now that my mind was a bit clearer and maybe this meant things could get better again between us.