Grief is a very hard thing to get over, for some it takes longer. And for others, they simply do not have the time to grieve and must simply move on. For Jean, this had been the case. There was just too much danger going on around them that he just never had the time for himself.

But once the 'war' with the titans was 'won', that left him with nothing to distract himself with. Of course, there was the parties for celebrating, a silly medal he received. But nothing to completely keep his mind away from the one he loved more than anything. Of course, he had expected this to happen. But being alone every day, most of the others dead or away living their own lives. It… It really hit the man hard. He would spend late night drinking, drinking to forget. If only there was a way to erase the good times, the hardships, everything. Erase all of those memories to be able to be his old self once again. But sadly, this would never be the case in the end.

He truly felt lie there was nothing left for him, even when Armin would come to check up on him every now and again. After all, the two had become friends, but they would never be much closer.

And now, here he was just crouched over this mirror. Staring hard at his own reflection as his mind shuffled through his old memories with that freckled man. Did he really want to keep moving on with this life knowing he would only reunite with him in death? His purpose was finished, they defeated the titans. He was no longer needed, he would no longer be missed.

This though made him lick his dry lips, running a hand through his already messy hair. He took a moment to shut his eyes, remembering his love, his smile. If he had the chance to see him again, he should take it, right? He opened his eyes once more, a new determined look inside of them. He moved quickly, finding a sufficient rope-like thing to tie up. It seemed to be strong enough anyway. He got to work, tying it up and getting a chair under it. You should know how this goes anyway. He climbed up onto the chair, taking the moment to stare into the loop. Could he really do this..?

Yes. Yes he could.

He carefully slipped the loop around his neck, swallowing and standing there for a moment. Finally, he kicked the chair and choked as he fell, handing there and unable to breath. His eyes grew wide and he struggled just slightly from natural panic, not expecting to die slowly. He remembered the purpose though, he would see Marco again, and he would be with everyone again. He slowly stopped his movements and his world faded into black.

When his eyes opened once again, he was somewhere unknown, a garden it looked like. Bright and almost blinding to be fully honest. He blinked a couple of times and looked around in confusion. How did he get here? Where was this anyway?

"Jean?"

He looked over at the new voice, stiffened just slightly as he saw who it was. There, standing just a little away, was Marco Bodt. He hurried over to him and smiled happily, but before he could do anything, Marco stopped him. A sad smile grew upon his face as he stared at Jean's face.

"It's not your time just yet, Jean."

Jean frowned, once more trying to say something, before Marco pushed him back into what seemed to be a hole of some type. Jean reached out, desperately trying to grab Marco.

He gasped awake, alive once again. His neck burning and throat dry. Armin was bent over him, seeming panicked and relieved. He would not be with Marco after all, he would have to wait a little longer, wouldn't he? He clenched his teeth and teared up, putting his hands over his face. But what could his purpose be now?