Eren's been waiting for... he himself isn't even sure how long. Waiting for a "sign" of some sort. A call from you, word from your friends, word from his, anything. This so-called "sign" had been shown through him via text message.

Your contact name and photo, under it reading three simple words: we broke up. He nearly sighed to himself, a quiet "Finally," slipping his lips as his eyes ran over the message. That boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, of yours was no good at all.

All your friends knew well enough. Controlling, to say the least. Signs of a healthy relationship were rarely shown between you and that man. The relationship in general shocked everyone. How you two got together since they all saw you and Eren getting together instead.

The vision was clear to all. Laughs are always shared between the group, more frequently between you and Eren. Even some hints of flirting, inside jokes and all. So, when you got with a guy that wasn't him? It sort of confused them all.

Eren bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes flitting over his lit phone screen, doing another once-over at your message. Or maybe a twice-over. Three times, actually. Then, typing bubbles under his contact pop up on your screen.