𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.
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A girl who is constantly at war with her past now faces humanity's greatest enemy, but she has not yet avoided he...
[TW: Mentions and descriptions of panic attacks, blood, and death. Please be aware before reading.]
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|Year 850| The year of familiar tragedy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━
HOW SOFT, HOW GENTLE.
Eren jolted up, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess, flat against the back of his head while the rest of it was lifted chaotically into the air, all in different directions. His eyes released a few tears, quickly falling from his lash line to his jaw. It's tiring, how much that had become a regular way to wake up. His left hand rose to his lips, trying to mimic the delicate feeling he swore was placed there just seconds ago.
What was that?
The first time he'd gotten such intense feelings while waking up was when he was ten years old, rising with the key to his basement around his neck. It was as if a part of his brain was yelling at him, telling him so much of everything at the same time that Eren had decided to shut all of it out. He'd wake up angry, sad, confused, with nothing but a whisper of something that might've happened in his dreams, visions, memories—whatever. Now, he was filled with a longing so strong he could feel it tugging at his chest and threatening to steal the rest of his air.
"It's Kira," Eren's head lifted at the sound of Armin's voice, blinking the remaining tears out of his eyes as he focused on the person who spoke to him. His best friend stood on the other side of the bars, hair rustled as if he'd jogged around the building to get to them. "She's back."
"Huh?" He blinked the rest of his wasted sleep away, lowering his hand. He could probably tell Armin about what he felt, much like he'd done with all of his other visions and memories coming into light, but this one wasn't much of anything. It demanded a feeling much more than any knowledge he'd gotten from the memories from his father.
Hell, every other time he was watching his father like he was there standing beside him. This time, it was him in the spotlight, it was his feelings that were on display, all through his own eyes.
The vision wasn't from his father.
"Jean, Connie, and Sasha found her," Armin informed him. Eren pushed the thin sheet he was supposed to call a blanket for the next thirteen nights to the side, hastily rising to his feet as he walked over to the metal bars.
