Together, But Not Forever | Eren

𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 : 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛, 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

Armin

"Mikasa, what's wrong?" I asked.

She still haven't talked to any of us since Sasha's death, I'm getting worried. I felt tired of everything too. I'm so sick of being the understanding guy.

I mean, I feel pain too. But I was forced to be strong. For Mikasa. For Eren.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

"Armin?" I heard an anxious voice.

It was Y/N. I didn't talk. I kinda wasn't in the mood to talk to her after everything that has happened. But still, I opened the door.

She looked like she was about to cry.

I didn't want to ask if something was wrong because it was obviously written on her face. Should I stay being the approachable guy or should I let her know that I'm as tired as her too?

I chose the latter.

"What do you need, Y/N?" I asked.

Did I sound cold? Emotionless? I didn't mean to sound like that! I was about to take it back when she smiled. That kind of smile.

A forced smile.

She clearly wasn't fine. Was it Eren's doing again? Now, I really wanted to help her. But I feel so guilty.

"W-Where's Mikasa?"

I sighed and looked at Mikasa who clearly doesn't want anyone to talk to her right now.

"She doesn't want to see anyone right now. I hope you understand that."

I feel so bad for sounding like I was pushing her away but I think this was the right thing to do? She looked hurt and tired but I wasn't the right person thag could help her right now. Maybe she should try talking to the Captain.

Just not me.

"Tell Mikasa to take care of herself, you too, Armin."

My heart twisted. I felt like something wrong was going to happen.

My insinct tells me so.

But I was too late.

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"She must have hated me so much. She knocked on my door that night but I told her to leave me alone. I regret it. If only I let her in and talked to her," Connie said, wiping the tears off his face.

"So she knocked on your door too? She knocked in mine, on Jean's, on Captain's but we all turned her down." I muttered.

"She died alone, it must have hurt so much."

Tears blurred my vision as we watched her casket being buried on the ground.

She desperately needed help that night.

I should've let her in. I should've cheered her up with all my might.

Now, it was all too late.

Jean

I sobbed silently as everything reminded me of our late friend, Sasha Braus.

She died so young. She wasn't able to see the better world.

A knock on my door made me flinch but the tears on my eyes won't stop running down. Then, there was another knock but I couldn't afford to stand up and open the door.