UNCAGED SOUL || Attack on Titan x Reader

Remaining Time || Bertolt Hoover

One day, I promise that I will bring you home with me.

There was a flicker of memory. From all the times you remembered that night, it had to be now. It felt like such a long time ago even though roughly four month just passed after the confession and promises that were shared between you. You really missed it, the feeling of security every time he was close to you.

When your days just filled with you complaining about the bland food, when your ears filled with your comrade's laughter that was ringing within the mess hall, when every night made you feel so giddy since you would talk with a certain tall, lovely, dark-haired man.

You were sure that he would go to the Military Police, along with Annie, someone that you often saw his eyes rested on to.

I will be known as a hero, a warrior that fulfilled his duty.

But that time after the top cadet was called (and of course he was one of the top ten, with how good of a soldier he was), he called out to you, saying that he would follow you to anywhere you go, without any stutter, without any red hue covering his cheeks. 

It took you by surprise, all the words that rolled from his tongue. You were the one who usually walked toward him, dragging him around to get some alone time and just rambling about life, you would often gossip about some of your comrades as he was all ears, ready to listen to your theory and spicy jokes.

You remembered how different he was on that last night in the training corps. His hand gently wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to your usual rendezvous place. It was not too far from the barracks, but far enough that no one could hear what was being shared while you were alone with him. 

His smile that was usually timid could not be seen anywhere as he sat on your left side right after you sat. You wanted to ask and perhaps teased him how he was so assertive today. But as he turned to look at your face, with a confident smile and brown orbs gazing at you as if he was seeing stars, you couldn’t push a word to the air around you.

And, and you will be there. 

You were snapped back to present time as you could feel their tug on each of your limbs, locked by their arms, securing you from doing anything reckless. There was no point for your friends to do that though, you couldn't even move a muscle, let alone trying to run to a man who was now too — immobilised under the bright sunlight.

This was not the last memory of him that you wanted to remember. Not something gruesome like this even when everyone would agree that he deserved this kind of death. You were the only one who wanted him to die without pain. Or at least, you were the only one who dared enough to show your real emotion.

You tried to cloud yourself with the memories that you used to share in the past. Particularly, that night when he took your hand to his lap, warm hands engulfed yours on a chilly night. You reconstruct every little detail, refusing to acknowledge his condition in this moment to be the last state of him.

Your mind gave you a vision of how his soft dark locks swayed by the wind, you brought back his voice on your ear as he made a promise with fiery passion dancing in his brown beads, and you felt it again in your forehead too — the softness of his lips as it lingered on your skin for a few seconds that made you feel like you have spent a lifetime with him.

At first I just want to go home, but now,

That color, that hair, your pupils widened when you saw a titan that was too alike to one of your closest friends. It couldn’t be him, that titan couldn’t be Armin. When Jean pulled you away from Bertolt’s body before, you were certain that Captain Levi would inject the titan’s fluid to Commander Erwin.