𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

EIGHTEEN

Your eyes meet the moonlight shining through the wide window besides your bed. Your try your best not to move or make the slightest noise. A heavy arm lays across your chest as a head lays inside the crook of your neck. You gently pick up his hand and place it behind you. Slowly, you slip out of his grip and slide off the bed.

You look at him as he peacefully sleeps. His mouth hanging open a bit with soft snores coming out from it. His head lays on your pillow with his hair halfway out of his bun. The blanket lays on his body just barely covering his lower half as his v-line peeks from above it. His body scooted all the way on your side with a big empty space behind him. You give him a small smile even though he can't see it.

You walk over to your closet and grab a shirt and sweatpants. While you put on the shirt you head over to the kitchen. You walk over there with a bit of a limp, reminding you of what happened.

Like I would forget that. Pftt

The night was beyond amazing. It was what you've been longing for. The constant teasing and flirting back and forth with him was getting out of hand. The desire for sex was growing larger and larger by the day. More like minute. Now that you had got what you wanted, you have become a bit addicted. Even after one night he's left you longing for more.

You grab a glass and fill it with some fresh water. Taking a sip from it, you space out.

What now? He knows about you being black angel. That won't pass him easily considering he's an agent and that he's been trying to track you down for almost a year now. And it won't pass you easily either. No matter the feelings you have towards him, you won't let a man be the downfall of your revenge for your mother. You still have one person left to track down, and you're not stopping till they're dead.

You place the glass down on the counter and grab something before walking back to the room. Eren stirs a bit before opening his eyes to meet yours.

"You okay?" He ask in a raspy voice as he rubs his eyes.

You stand at the foot of the bed a give him a small nod. "Mhm"

He stretches his arm, "Come back to bed." He says before letting his arm fall back down.

You walk over to his side of the bed. You keep both hands behind your back and fiddle with your thumbs. He looks up at you and furrows his brows.

"You sure y-" He stops when he feels your hand caress his cheek.

His hand reaches up to yours and wraps it around your wrist gently. You lean in and softly place your lips on his. You close your eyes and deepen the kiss. It's not a sexual one, more like a.... romantic one. The kiss is sweet and sincere. It feels so heavenly. It feels... almost as a goodbye.

You pull away and say there just looking into his emerald eyes. His face confused but worried. He opens his mouth to say something by you interrupt and go first.

"I'm sorry, Agent..." A tear streams down your cheek and lands on his.

Fuck, why am I crying?!

His hand goes to hold your face. His face turns, a frown forming below his perplexed expression.

"Y/n, what are-" He winces and his eyes widen.

His eyes dart down to his stomach where the kitchen knife is stabbed into. Held by your hands. His eyes jolt back to yours and he tilts his head.

"Why..?" He says softly, his voice cracking between the word.

Silent tears continuously stream out of your ducts. You lay your forehead against his and close your eyes. You sniffle and pull away. You quickly remove yourself from him and grab a duffle bag that was stuffed all the way in back of your closet. You walk to the door and pause, turning to see him one last time.