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32. 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀

032, 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘

𝘵𝘸: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦/𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮, domestic violence, death, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 and 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 are 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 <3

i genuinely put off writing/editing/releasing it for so long because I was struggling with how upsetting it is. like i feel sick to my stomach every single time i get to the part. so mb for taking so long but it's the longest ch so far!

pls ignore spelling errors im way to fucking lazy.

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH?

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I'VE NEVER BELIEVED IN FATE.

How could I, when every thread of my life was cut with cruelty? A father who left before I ever learned what love was supposed to look like. A mother who mistook control for care–whose love always came with contingency. A universe that ripped away the only person who ever saw me and left me clawing through the dark, begging for something that would never return.

If fate existed, then it was merciless. It didn't guide—it destroyed. It didn't save—it ruined. It left me to drown, again and again and again, over and over–until I stopped believing in any form of rescue at all.

And yet somehow, no matter how far I run, I end up here. Pulled back into the same orbit. The same pair of greenish-blue eyes. The same boy whose soul seems so deeply intertwined with my own.

Is that what fate really is?

Not mercy. Not kindness. Not destiny. But inevitability?

The truth is that some collisions were written long before we ever came into this world.

A cruel truth that some collisions are written in blood, carved into bone, and there's no escaping them.

So in this moment, I want to stop fighting it. I want to finally let myself fall into what has always been inevitable.

|| 𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂... 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙔, 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝙇 𝙍𝙀𝙔 ||

Eren.

The words in my head go quiet.

All that's left is the thundering of my own heartbeat—violent, deafening, pounding so hard against my ribs it feels like something is going to break. My chest tightens with each shallow breath, air scraping through my throat like shards of broken glass, never enough. My lungs burn, my vision tunnels. Cold spreads through my veins, a numbing weight that drags down every limb. My knees threaten to give out. The rain needles my skin, heavy and merciless, but it barely registers over the spinning in my head.

And then all of a sudden—he's there.

Through the blur of headlights and rain, I see him moving toward me. Eren. Running towards me. His face twisted in panic, his eyes locked on me as if I'm the only thing left in the universe.

My body doesn't move. I can't. I can't do anything but stand there, frozen, trembling, as his figure cuts through the storm around me.

His hands reach me first. Large, warm, and steady. They come up to cradle my face like they've done it a thousand times before. The contact sears through me—the warmth of him burning against the ice of my cheeks, his touch so achingly familiar it's enough to undo me in one breath. My body reacts before my mind can even catch up.