Eren Yeager had always been a child. From birth to the day he died. He lived with a selfish, childish dream to find freedom. Yet, freedom was a manifestation of his innate desire to fill the boredom swallowing him whole. It killed him.
But before t...
it's just like seeing her for the first time again
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You asked me today, where have I seen you before?
I didn't answer.
I was scared you had figured out who I was. I didn't want to blow my cover, not when I was an enemy in your home.
But you didn't say my name like I thought you would. You stood in front of me, squinting your eyes—they're really beautiful—and no words were uttered. I sat with my breath frozen in my chest. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my ribcage. The grip on my wooden clutch was just a little bit stronger; I thought I was going to break it.
I didn't want to kill you. Not when I had grown this strange attachment to your daily visits, to your daily updates and check-ups.
But I would. I was going to. For the sake of moving forward.
I remember your own answer to your own question:
In a dream, was what you said. You clicked your fingers and stood tall, a bright smile on your lips as if you had found an answer to a century-old question. A thousand years ago.
