Eren's tan jacket rubbed the sensitive skin of his nape raw as he walked cautiously. Every nerve was on its end, he was so anxious for some reason. Waiting. He was waiting for something. He knew what was going to happen didn't he? He felt like he's seen this scene too many times to count. Yet, his body moved without control. Walking carefully, but still relaxed, as if it didn't feel the grim foreboding atmosphere that Eren's inner consciousness did. No control. He'd spent his whole life without it, and he still wasn't used to that. Just like he wasn't used to the cold, the dread, the fear. It wouldn't go away. Even when he tried to detach himself from what he was seeing. He couldn't. It was him. First person.
Wind threading through his hair, cooling his naturally warm skin. Clothing covering his tan skin, and his feet. Hitting hard ground easily. Walking a slow, but steady pace. He took back the careful comment. His body wasn't even peeking around corners! He was an idiot, a worthless idiot. Look dammit! Be ready! By God please look around the damn corners.
Grabbing hands and painful scars, did his body not remember any of it? Did this body of his know any better by now? Look please! Self-preservation! Just because of… but… no. It didn't really matter, did it? Nothing about this situation matter. The uniform he caught in glimpses through broken windows, the way his brown hair neatly covered his head, unlike the messy sprawls it normally laid it. The way his bright teal eyes held no bags beneath them, no dim squashed light, no negativity. Only bright optimism. This was a dream, wasn't it? So why did it feel so real?
His body walked on, until it paused. A shudder went down Eren's spine and he knew something was going to go down. It was too late to try and convince his body to turn back, he didn't bother to try and stop it. Not that he could've done anything anyway. It was all so quick.
A shout, form his own lips, and then a strange tingling feeling everywhere. Hot. Emptiness. A hole in his chest maybe? Something was missing, it was a feeling Eren knew well. Something Eren would never mistake. Steam was everywhere, his body burned, not really unpleasant, but rather, familiar. The pain was bad. It hurt more than anything he'd ever remember feeling. Something shinged, the feeling of the skin on his neck parting wide open. He fell. Rubble, pebbles, digging into his cheek. Eyes wide open, not closing, yet something still preyed on his sight. Taking it from his eyes while they remain uncovered. Someone screamed, a girl? Or a boy? And nothing. Everything faded out. Black nothingness swimming all around his tired and dead limbs. His heavy weighted body floated and everything was done. Free. A strange feeling.
Like that of a close friend of his, with cold fingers, guiding, holding. Separation from himself. Infinite. No mortal boundaries anymore, just, free floating, flying. In a sea of peace and quiet. Eyes closed finally and there was no memory. Just peace. A strange feeling really.
Like that of death.