Mikasa feared to admit it; her memory of Eren had grown increasingly dim, and she had already forgotten a number of things. She was dreadfully certain that there were many more pieces than what she had stored in her memory bank- more stories within stories.
The deeper she pried, with all the desperate intensity of an emaciated man sucking on bones, the harder the truth hit; all she had her hand wrapped around was a string taken from the tapestry of moments they lived together.
And the ones she could gather could hardly be considered the 'essence'.
As the memories faded into oblivion, the more profoundly she was able to understand Eren. She knew now, too, why he had asked her not to forget him. He knew her memories of him would fade. Which was precisely why he had pleaded her never to forget him, to remember that he had existed.
Mikasa played his cassette tape again. It was the 99th time she had played it.
She had tried to memorise his voice, imprint it into her mind. The peaks and the troughs. The way he pronounced every word. Even the breaks in his voice.
And again, just like the other ninety-eight times, the cassette tape stopped rolling as it ended, and Eren from the cassette tape ceased to speak.
This time, a thought passed her.
It filled her to the tips of her hair with unbearable sorrow.
Because she knew Eren had never loved her.
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Heart without a Beat
Fiksi PenggemarEren Jaeger is not the average Joe with boy-next-door charms. With the hefty guilt of his parents' murder strapped to his shoulders, he forbids himself from accepting happiness, avoiding it by all means. He finds himself trapped within his own labyr...
