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Upon hearing her mother return home, Eren had hidden in the girl's bedroom. He inspected the surroundings, how much it had changed from when she was younger, her taste developing into something he admired more deeply as an adult. Boarding school was done and over for him. Although his parents were long gone, Eren returned to his hometown nonetheless. Entirely to reunite with you. They'd been apart for years now, so miserably long that Eren was afraid she might have mostly forgotten him. Except, to his surprise, you wasn't leading a satisfying life without him. Like him, she hadn't moved on from their past; their connection. She was only getting by, driven by memories of his company.
Although it didn't take long for a simple greeting to turn into the screeching screams of you's mom, he didn't risk getting her into worse trouble. He had never bought the thin veil of compassion her mother donned, adopting when she knew others were around. Eren knew better than to intervene, despite the severity of his protective tendencies. He couldn't make things worse for you.
However, the sudden echo of shattering glass that soon followed her mother's shouts caused a rush of adrenaline to course through Eren's veins at a rapid rate, his heartbeat quickening. The sound of you's cry shattered his restraint just as well. He couldn't stay still, couldn't even consider his approach to the situation. His mind void of a rational thought, he abruptly abandoned the privacy of you' admirable chamber. On swift feet, he entered the living room to find you trying to walk away, to avoid the conflict before it worsened. Her back turned to her violent mother, Eren didn't even offer you a chance to notice his presence. Instinctively, he shielded her, frantically grabbing ahold of her arm.
Her mother armed with a pair of scissors, lunging towards the petite girl, Eren threw her out of the way. He hadn't meant to do so too harshly, but the piercing pain of his thigh being punctured caused him to further lose control.
He wasn't sure how it had happened. If her mother had landed upon him, only for Eren to reverse the roles. Or if he had shot forward, attacking immediately. Or if his impaled leg had merely given out, relinquishing the burden of his own body weight. He didn't know what he had done, how he had pulled it off. His emerald eyes, full of concern, briefly met you's from across the open concept. He saw her on the floor, her body trembling, the force he had used to ensure her safety simultaneously jeopardising her.
He averted his gaze, following the focus of hers and finding his hands around her mother's throat, strangling her. He was horrified by the sight, his attention returning to the aged woman. He didn't let go. Everything in him screamed to stop, but he physically couldn't; he felt himself robbing and denying the wretched woman of every breath of air she attempted to take. She didn't recognise his striking appearance at first, but he could see the switch in her mind when she did. Though you wasn't typically allowed to have company in their home, it seemed that Eren, her childhood friend had returned. A man bun. His height. He had changed so much, but his face remained distinct.
He briefly scanned the surroundings, surveying the damage in the small living room. There were broken pieces of furniture everywhere, glass shards littering the floor along with portions of the wall where cabinet doors had been ripped off their hinges during the struggle. The television was smashed against the wall, its screen cracked beyond repair. The sofa had been overturned, revealing the bloodstained carpet beneath it. It was a messโa testament to the violence that had transpired within these walls countless times before.
He didn't let go until the woman was no longer moving. Only then, when she lost consciousness, did Eren reluctantly let her go. His knees planted on either side of her, he stared at nothing, attention fixed on the floor beyond you's mother's head. His breathing was heavy, though quiet, his stare cold and unforgiving. This was justice. For you, he had defended freedom. He could tell that she had completely lost any sense of entitlement to freedom. She no longer seem to realise that she had a right to be free. However, Eren would show her. Together, they could be free. Though, she would never be free of him. He'd always return to her.
"you," he uttered, revealing the only thing on his mind. He rose from the floor, glimpsing over at you against the wall, a tinge of concern in his gaze. He extended a hand towards her. "C'mere."
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