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The early morning chill could easily be felt; but ignoring that the night was beautiful, the sky was clear so it perfectly showed each of the stars in the sky along with the beautiful full moon that shone and illuminated everything in its path.
However, he did not admire that view of the night sky...
A few days ago he had begun to write in that light blue notebook with flower decorations, having yellowish sheets with the corners decorated with drawings of plants, thus being the only way where he could let off steam perfectly.
In that notebook you could find everything: notes for school, shopping lists, sketches and doodles, poems and unfinished letters, but what stood out the most were the writings that explained everything the blonde felt.
It would be chaos if someone found and read everything in the notebook, right?
At that time the boy was writing, like the previous days in which insomnia had won him, soon those dark circles could be noticed.
The atmosphere was simple, the window was ajar to ventilate the room a bit, it had pastel green curtains, the bedroom had light blue walls and the floor was a magenta tone. On the desk you could find a lamp which provided a very low illumination in the bedroom compared to that given by the moon.
The next day the blond would have classes, but he wasn't worried about being up so late, many days ago he had lost interest in attending school, even so there was no problem, he always got the best grades, willingly or unintentionally.
When he finished writing he closed the notebook and put it aside so he could rest his arms and his head on the desk, thinking what to do, sleep still hadn't come to him and he suspected it wouldn't come until he got back from class.
Maybe he would read one of his books, so he took one of those books and sat on the floor, calmly began to read until...
No, not again, again I wanted to cry...
If it wasn't for that damn Alpha, I wouldn't be like this...
Forget it, someone like it would have come, no matter what, he was always going to suffer. Falling in love almost always was his curse, his torture.
She closed the book, setting it aside, and pulled her comforter tighter around her, letting the tears fall.
Hours passed, he didn't know how long he had remained curled up in himself without stopping crying.
When the first rays of the sun began to appear at the same time that the birds sang so happily, the boy got up without much encouragement and without letting go of his blanket, he went to the window to close it and to open the curtains when he noticed what seemed to be a moving truck, who would be moving home at such an early hour of the day?
He turned around ignoring the scene in front of him, approaching his bed to leave the quilt he had on it, taking a towel later, he would go take a bath.
The warm water relaxed him too much along with the noise of the drops of water colliding with the bathroom floor, plus the smell of the new shampoo was very good, so he felt better than a few hours ago.
After rinsing himself well he came out of the bathroom with the towel on and when he was in her room he began to get dressed, putting on his school uniform and shoes.
He dried his hair and then began to pack the backpack, putting in it the notebooks and books of the subjects that he would see today next to the blue notebook.
When he finished, he went down to the kitchen, ready to go to school.
— Good morning grandfather, how did you wake up? —
Armin, good morning. I slept very well, so it wasn't hard to wake up. And you? — The older one smiled.
The blue-eyed one didn't know what to answer, he wouldn't tell her that he didn't sleep all night.
- Well... You could say that well -
- Something happened? —
The minor offered a somewhat shy smile as he shook his head, then sat down so he could have breakfast, otherwise he would be late.
When he finished he said goodbye to his grandfather and quickly grabbed his backpack, leaving the house and heading to school, he was not far away so he could walk.
When she got to the building and after entering it she went to the locker section, opening hers to store the things she would use after the break, then she started to walk to her corresponding room, the one for class 2-4.
As always, there weren't that many people in the room yet, so he sat in the usual bench, one that was in the front row, having the full view of the blackboard.
Gradually more students arrived, Connie, Sasha... Wait, did the girl come in eating?
Then Crista and Ymir entered together holding hands, when she saw them she looked away and until she saw that they were already in their respective seats she looked up again, since the teacher had just entered. As it was the first hour, it was time for Mathematics.
Hours passed, recess came and he returned to class again, until it was time to go home.
Arriving at his home, he greeted as he did daily, closing the door after entering and going to his room to leave his backpack and change into more comfortable clothes, going back downstairs.
The smell of her coming from the kitchen indicated that today's meal would be steamed gyozas, so she whetted her appetite a bit.
Being already at the table, Armin ate something slowly, meanwhile his grandfather read the newspaper.
— I don't know if you got to see why a family just moved to the house across the street —
— I forgot to tell you, I saw the moving truck at dawn... Too early to move in my opinion... — The blond commented.
— I talked a little with the new neighbor, she seems to be a single mother and has two children your age, they could be your friends —
"Ehhh..." He took a sip of his glass of water, a little nervous. — I hardly speak with other people, much less with those of my age... —
— Eren is your only friend, you should look for more friends —
The young man took another sip thoughtfully.
- I'll think about it... -
The older man smiled, resuming his reading.