Opening Up

The Confession, Pt. 2

THIS IS IT FOLKS :))

I have my usual nightmares, but in this one, Jean gets hurt. Badly hurt.

I wake up and it's a reality. He's been in a coma for 2 days now. I've never left his side. Only to go to the washroom. My neck hurts from the bad posture I slept in. My head stays laid on the bed, the rest of my body in a chair. My hand is holding his.

Tears start streaming down my face.

"I'm so sorry, Jean. I'm sorry I couldn't save you." I whisper. And I have a feeling his words might be "Don't be sorry." But he's not here right now. He's unconscious but alive. Thank God he's alive. My hand squeezes his.

I took him for granted. I'm an idiot. He loved me, and I didn't even get to tell him how I felt. He loved me, and all I did was push his feelings to the side. I love him. But you could live 100 lifetimes and not deserve that boy. (Yes that's from the Hunger Games)

The Female Titan. I'll kill whoever's inside of that. She took Eren, making me leave my squad, then smacked Jean into a tree. Levi returned Eren, but I saw Jean. His blood, slowly streaming out of him. I had to pick him up, put him on a horse, and take him back. I didn't save him— And look where we are now.

I'm truly sorry.

"I'm sorry, Jean." I say. "I...I... love you. I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier. You make me really happy. I don't know when you'll wake up, but you're always gonna be on my mind." I whisper, sniffling.

I go back to sleep and when I wake up I feel something in my hand. A bug? Another person? I quickly get up. He's looking right at me. He's awake. He's okay.

"Jean?" I exclaim.

"You kept my promise. You're alive." He said, smiling.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." I say, looking away.

He gently holds my cheek and leans his forehead on mine. "Don't be sorry." he says, stroking my cheek.

"I knew you'd say that," I frown and look away.

"You don't owe me anything, Mikasa. I got myself hurt." his forehead is still touching mine. "You've already owed me." he says.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I ask.

"For everything you've done for me. Hanging out with me, and in general, opening up to me in the first place."

"I should thank you instead." My face stays frowning.

"Mikasa, why aren't you smiling? I'm alive, aren't I?" He says, pulling the sides of my mouth up. I smile for real and laugh.

"You have a really beautiful laugh." He says, then looks away while blushing.

I blush too. "Thank you." I say.

Jean tries to lighten the mood. "Did you know that I could hear everything going on? I just couldn't move. I wished I could talk to everyone. I heard Eren call me horseface. I wished I got up at that time."

"What?!" I gasp. He possibly heard me. Unless he's asleep. Oh no. Nononono. I pray he didn't hear me.

"Yeah, pretty cool. It's also pretty cool that you spoke to me at night." he teases.

"Jean..." I say softly.

"You know that I love you, Mikasa. I'm glad that you finally feel the same way." he says, smiling.

Our foreheads touch again.

"I love you, Jean." I admit.

"I love you too, Mikasa. More than you could ever imagine." he says, gently holding my chin.

We kissed. It felt like magic. Butterflies in my stomach, heart racing. He was so gentle. Warmth lingers on my lips. Is this how mom and dad felt?
I want to experience it again. So I lean back in, and he doesn't resist.

Tears of joy well up in my eyes. I've never been happier. My nightmares will stop showing up every night, I feel it.

He wipes them for me. No one's ever done that before.

I hug him, and I don't ever want to let go.