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Eren is not lonely .
He isn’t. He chooses to be alone because he likes to and not because no one wants to be by him. The silence is nice, the silence is comforting, the silence is… nothing.
Silence means emptiness.
Eren stares down at the kitty in his arms, petting it absentmindedly. He can feel the animal twitch under his palm every few moments, but he pays no mind. In all honesty, he’d rather not feel anything but warmth.
He can already feel the control slipping out of his grasp. With every passing minute, the kitty becomes more withdrawn, shifting in his arms in an attempt to get out.
Not even a kitty wants him, huh.
Eren is fine. He isn’t sullen at the fact.
No, he knows very well how everyone views him. A devil, they say. An abomination that should be rid of–would have been, had his father not been a renown doctor.
He wonders why he’s so different. He blinks away the feeling of doubt and stands up, still holding the kitty with one arm.
The kitty is still.
Eren likes to tell himself that he chooses to be alone. That the lack of companion is a voluntary choice. That’s what he tells his parents whenever he returns alone with no story of an escapade or an adventure.
Inside, Eren knows. He knows that loneliness is eating him away, and that the Power burns under his fingertips, dancing in his heart, and surging through his veins, waiting to be released.
It can help .