Flowers
A/U: This is a short EreMika one-shot that just happened. I don't know how, I don't know why, but my EreMika sense were tingling and this came out out of it, hehe. I hope you like it (:
Throughout her whole life, she never thought that it was possible to fall in love. Not in this world. A world that leaves you picking at windows that are painted shut and where you eternally grasp and claw at the rusty bars that drag you back. How could one be content as her heart flutters when the world around her is crumpling and decaying before her eyes?
It wasn't until she saw his eyes that she fell in love. They were a shimmering emerald that radiated when he was curious, captured her in a sea of rocking water when he seemed content - happy, even - and burned as his bloodlust gained control. To fight. Kill. Win. Be free. It was these eyes that ripped her heart away and it was his love that made every tear of flesh more and more bearable.
But still, how could she love him as the humanity around her - no, the world around her, shattered into nothingness? How could she love him knowing that blood still stained the matted forest floors? The world was a tragedy, but given the circumstances, tragedy seemed to make one love and fall harder. Your dirt stained hands reach out to something as love more desperately - more cravingly. It serves much like a bittersweet salvation from a world that bites and pecks at your skin with frigid, ghosted breaths.
But his breath was warm, reassuring. It left her skin tingling and her toes curling. His breath was steady and balanced, reminding her of a dimly lit room, the only source of light being a melting candle on a wooden table. He was the light that the candle provoked, but she knew he wasn't forever. He would burn himself out, and when he did, her flame would too die out.
It was then that she realized that love was much like a flower. Love cracked through the surface of the dry soil and bloomed in the ruins of disaster as its vibrant colors radiated under the ashen gray skies. Love is scattered and tossed aside on the ground along with the memories of cries in the dark and broken dreams. Love is a sapling that prevails despite the decaying world around it.
Throughout her whole life, Mikasa never thought that once she had finally uttered those words - after chasing him in the dark for so many years - she never thought that her heart would ache. And as he said it back, his voice breaking as they held each other, she never thought that a wave of sadness would wash away the joy that brimmed her heart. They sat closely and she could feel his warm breath on her milky skin. Eren pulled her in closer, and Mikasa clung to him tightly as they tried to ignore the screams of help from their fallen comrades and the splattered blood on the walls. This world was cruel, but also very beautiful - especially as one wilting flower prevails amongst the browning grass.
A/U: I deeply apologize if this provoked your Eremika feels as much as it did to me. I'm considering having my sick and twisted mind checked out, hehe. Thank you, and reviewing & favorites are welcome, -attempts to wink but ends of fracturing entire body- That settles it, no physical activity. Ever.