Guardian Angel {EreMika}

Chapter 7: Death

Mikasa's POV

My phone has been ringing non-stop. The bed was empty and cold, while I was curled up with tears dripping. I knew it was the boss, wondering why or how I managed to fail my mission. All the missions I ever took ended successful. How was it... that I failed? How was it that when I was asleep, Eren Jaeger died in a car accident.

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"Mikasa, step down." The boss says to me gently after I tried to recover. Eren was in my arms, and now he was gone. He left me like I left him in the past. "My dear, it's time for you to rest."

"I'm requesting to go on a mission: a mission to find Eren Jaeger's killer."

The boss just shook his head. "No, I'm not allowing that. You're grieving for him, and that clouds judgement. When we proceed with our missions, we must have a clear head. My dear, you know that the most. You're an Ackerman, a well-trained at that." He sighs and clearly sees that I wasn't having it. "He was one of the best, Mikasa. I'll have some people set up a funeral for him."

"His body... where is it?"

"Burned up- nothing was left but ashes. I'm sorry..."

I nodded my head, feeling another tear coming down my cheek. Never show your weakness. It didn't always mean tears. My weakness was being shown clearly because of me crying constantly for him. I should move on... I should... but I couldn't. I just couldn't. 

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We were all at risk attending to Eren's funeral. So we had to be in a remote location and take extreme precautions to avoid being spotted and destroyed. But it was my turn to stay by his grave- marked with only his typical signature of a regular key. Everyone had their own signature- mine was the same mark of the Ackermans. 

My hands was caressing the smooth granite stone and over the engraved signature. As I tried to smile, a frown fell upon my face as I thought of him gone from me again. I just brewed up a storm from my grief.

"E-Eren..."

"Tell me..." I gasped a bit after hearing that voice, and I felt it overwhelm me. Clouds could've rolled out and the sun could finally rise above me. I didn't dare to look back, thinking it was his ghost of some kind. "How could they throw me a nice funeral if I didn't deserve one...?"