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EYE WATER

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"Thank you, Eren. I think I know who..."

I gazed into Eren's eyes one last time, my mind suddenly painting pictures of him.

Jean.

He's always been there for me. I guess that's what got me so hooked onto him

"Let me see Jean, that horse face deserves an apology before I go."  I peered up at the setting sky, my heart swelling at the thought of finally being able to see him. I owed him a huge apology, god knows how hard he found it to sleep during my little rebellion.

"Horse face? That's a new one." Eren laughed at my choice, causing me to chuckle.

"He's a solid one, I guess. A horse face, but solid." He smiled at me.

I stood up, Eren mirroring my actions.

As we faced each other, my friend put his hand on my shoulder, smiling down at my form.

"Thank you, Eren."

"Don't sweat it. That's what best friends are for, right?" His smile was contagious. I missed it.

"Yeah, I guess we'll see each other in hell, right?"

He chuckled.

"Goodbye, Y/N. Good luck, and don't be a bother until I come and find you." He teased, I just scoffed at my fond memories from the cadets. I was always a problem starter. Annie had to keep me close so that I'd not do anything too extreme.

I wonder how Annie is right now...

I miss her and we've hardly gotten a chance to talk everything out.

I shook my thoughts away.

"Hey! Don't doubt my maturity! See you, Eren."

THIRD PERSON POV:

And so she closed her eyes, preparing herself to meet the man who had forced his way into her cold heart.

And she knew it was time when a confused, familiar voice spoke.

"Wait...Y/N. Is that really you?"

More shock was sprawled across Jean's face.

All Y/N could muster was a guilty smile. And before she could even formulate an apology, the man who donned a mullet came charging at her at full force, forcing her into a tight, spine breaking hug.

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