He was like the earth. His skin was the color of olives, his eyes the ocean, breath against my chest the wind, and hair the rich soil. And he was like the earth in my arms, warm and soft, until I cradled a limp fragment of him, his head lolled to side and his eyes white, his skin like death. I remember how he was Eren, a boy to some, a cripple to others. But to me he was Eren, beautiful, brave, dead. Written in both Levi's and Eren's POV.
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