death do us part

live and let die

a/n: harvest moon by neil young

Everyone keeps saying you changed.

Jean thought you had too.

But, he wondered if everyone had gotten it wrong.

Wrong about you, wrong about Eren.

The high pedestal everyone put on the both of you.

Eren, humanity's last hope.

You, humanity's advocate.

It could be that you'd always been this way inside. Not humanity's advocate, but the devils advocate.

But if this is the real you, what did he see in you? That made him want to keep you so close?

Looking back, he still doesn't know if there was ever a better way to stop you. Maybe everything had already been decided from the start.

But he can't help wondering.

"Jean, what am I to you?"

You looked so different to him when you had asked that question. For a split moment he saw you in a different light. The way the wind blew past your hair, the way your eyes shined for just a moment.

The way time seemed to stop.

How it seemed it was only you and him.

The both of you against all odds.

Your eyes no longer shining when he answered your question. When your expression seemed to switch to one of devastation.

As if this was your last straw and he had thrown it out.

He had picked up all the petals and left it with its one stem, throwing it to the ground.

Because once the pretty petals are gone, you're left with nothing.

Truly, what if he had given you a different answer? Anything else. Something different.

Would they still be in this situation right now?

He holds onto the ships railing tightly, his knuckles losing their color.

He regrets it so much.

He whispers your name under his breath, and it hurts as he says it. Whispering your name hoping you'll show up behind him.

But he can't feel your presence.

He can't feel the cold that radiates off of you. The complete opposite of him, but he loves it.

He wants to see you again.

Because he's still in love with you.

"Jean."

He turns around having been caught up in the darkness of the sky, the small white speckles in the sky looking much more beautiful tonight.

"So? What do you think?" you smile showing off the red thread bracelet from the small gift shop. It looked like the flames of a fire.