❝𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞
conflicting, that was all to say about this tale...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀.
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15.4k words: this is a heavy chapter, please proceed with caution. synopsis of acts, read with caution: talks of suicide, talks of taking an unauthorised substance, drug abuse, multiple panic attack, guilt, blaming, comforting, denial, pregnancy, crying, paranormal activity, fluff, talks of unprotected sex, detailed explanation of feeling useless, talks of violence, shirt staining, comforting, mentions of the past, talks of children, uneasiness, unsolved conflict + read with heavy caution.
"Eren, it's Pieck here. I just wanted to say Zeke has overdosed, again," A woman said, a woman Eren recognised as Pieck. It seemed as if she had Zeke's phone, as Eren's phone remained layered with the words and pictures, that showed that it was indeed his brother's phone. He found it rather odd that the woman, known as Pieck, was calling him at this serene time. Calling him with a minuscule reassurance within her unrevealing tone.
Eren couldn't help but find a part of his whimsical world deeply shatter against his billowing chest. He wasn't expecting such a sombre call to occur, nor had he noticed his brother's progress receding. He remains in the unsettling silence, his eyes widening as his mind cleared of a single thought, repressing his ability to function straight, being able to gift a fitting answer. He couldn't help but meekly grip onto you further, allowing a few passing seconds to skim by, until it all faltered and disdainfully crumbled upon his confused frame.
"Overdosed? What do you mean he has overdosed? Zeke had been clean for a while, I checked on him frequently." Eren's brittle tone becomes laced with a tint of crazed confusion; he's unable to bring himself to settle on what was occurring. No, he didn't want his body to be aware of the events that had occurred.
"He's currently not clean, he's been taken elsewhere. I'm sorry this call was short, I have to go now. Take care, Eren." Eren's breathing grows calloused as you allow yourself to slightly rise from his thudding chest, partially taken aback by the shift in his, once gentle, heartbeat. His heartbeat wasn't a beautiful lulling form, it held a troubled entity. An entity that had not a stain of light gifted to its unmerciful state.
