Eren?
He walked down the street, bags in hand in the middle of the night. The sky seemed ugly at this hour, with the dark clouds obscuring the twinkling stars and the bright moon from the viewers below. The wind a bit chilly so the man pulled his jacket tighter around his body. The streets seem dead, a ghost town of a block a he rounded a corner to his right.
As the man passed a pitch black alley way he heard a voice that had him stopping in his tracks. The voice seemed full of worry with a possible touch of fear and anger.
"You have to stop this! You're only hurting yourself and the ones that care about you dearly." As he listened further, he was able to tell that the voice was female. Did someone need help?
"You have to move on cinnamon, he doesnt care about you... he never will because he's living his life as happy as ever and you are here suffering." The voice continued to speak as the man stood there. The wind picking up, blowing the ravonous hair into the mans steel grey eyes. He hugged himself in an attempt to keep warm but he still stood there.
"Levi isn't coming back, he is living his life and im not going to stand by and watch you hurt yourself over a man who doesn't even and never will deserve you!"
His eyes widened a fraction bigger than the usual. His arms went slack-bags dropped to the floor. Making a small thud on the concret ground, the sounds seeming to bounce off the walls that make up the alley.
Eren!