Eren sat.
In the cold.
In the dark.
He sat in the horrible place where it felt as if souls full of melancholy and depression were leaking through the cracks in the desolate stone walls.
Eren sat there.
And thought.
His light.
His love.
His hope.
They were gone.
All those years, of pain, and suffering.
The constant disgust of his very existence.
They had worn him down.
He was at his limit.
He could take no more.
The only way he had made it this far was one person.
Levi.
Levi.
Eren's light.
Eren's love.
Eren's hope.
"You left me, Eren. I waited for you, but you never came. You betrayed your promise. You betrayed me. I just- I can't live with that. Goodbye Eren. I hope your rot. I couldn't care less."
That broke him.
Eren sat there.
He let the inevitable plague wash over his body and devour him from the inside out.
It's not like anyone cares.
He's got nothing left for this world.
The Titans are gone.
His friends are dead.
Levi- doesn't care.
So Eren sat.
And he wasted away.
Never hearing the three simple words with so much meaning that he begged the dirt he laid on to hear again from his one and only hope.
"I love you."
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The Grip
FanfictionA sad little passage I made up at 4 in the morning because I was feeling deep. It takes place after the Titans were killed, and Eren was taken by the leftover Survey Corps (Erwin, Hanji, Levi~ and on... {Mikasa, Jean and Armin where killed, it's not...
