Canorous

Nine

"Eren?"

"Mikasa...?"

Her violet-gray eyes blinked couple of times, trying to distinguish if what she was seeing was reality or a hoax.

In the midst of all the squires and knights, she did not expect to see him here. Her heart began racing. She did not know how to act or what to say.

She just stood there, mute for a moment.

At the back of her brain, she was frantic about how Erwin and Levi would react once they find out she wasn't by Levi's side as expected.

She knew she must not stop but she did. She stared into those viridiscent and wild eyes of his and her heart began to act without reason. He stared back at her, meeting her beautiful eyes.

It has been years since they last saw each other.

Nosy people glanced to them, probably coming up with some false stories to spread but they did not care. They did not give a damn about it.

They were meters away from each other but their legs knew what to do.

At the same time, just like magic, they sprinted to each other and embraced one another.

"Mikasa!" Eren whispered as he hugged her tightly. "It has been years..."

Mikasa sniffed and buried her face into Eren's chest. Tears slid down her pale and soft cheeks as she looked down. "Eren..." She felt Eren's arms on her back and she was glad she's embracing him for she never thought this would happen. It did not cross her mind that she would be out of that brothel. She thought she will be living there forever, used, filthy, and probably, have children with men she did not know.

Eren cupped Mikasa's cheeks with both of his hands and he looked at her. "Don't cry now, Mikasa..." He soothed her.

"But I..." She sobbed. "I missed you!"

"Hush." Eren said softly as he buried his face on Mikasa's silky hair. "I am here now. You will be fine. I will protect you, I promise."

Mikasa nodded as she smiled happily. "Thank you."

Thank you...

•••

It was already dark and Historia was done for the day. She was already back at the castle and she was at her room, in front of her dresser. She was brushing her hair with an expensive brush. The brush did not really do help to her hair. Her family only bought it for her since it was expensive and to them, expensive is of good quality but Historia knew better than that. Expensive is not really the best.

It wasn't really her hairbrush. It belonged to her older sister, Frieda.

Frieda was kind, loving, fun, understanding, brave and basically any positive descriptions fit her. In fact, she was the meaning of all those words. Unfortunately, she was killed. Uri told Historia that it had a reason but when Historia asks what the reason really is, her uncle would just gaze at the horizon with a wistful look.

She always hated that face of her uncle when she asks him that.

She sighed as she set Frieda's hairbrush down on the narra wood of her dresser. She looked at the mirror and realized her eyes were brimmed in tears. She brought her hand to wipe them away and she huffed in exasperation as she did.

"Stop..." She whispered to herself as more tears fell down her cheeks. She could feel mucus from her nostrils and the things happening are making her feel gross. "Stop..." She hissed in frustration. She stood up from her chair angrily and pointed at herself at the mirror. "Stop, you harlot! You do not cry. You're a monster with no feelings. Your mother called you a monster so since she said it, I deem it to be true..."