Wings of Freedom
"Eren!" She shouted, her red scarf trailing over his limp body. All around her were the cries of her fellow soldiers falling in battle, the thundering footsteps of the massive titans that were eating her friends alive, and scarlet splotches on everything- the whispering trees, the smooth green grass, the ruins of homes...
But none of that mattered.
None of it mattered because he was lying in her arms, his breath ragged and his blood staining her clothes, and his cloudy green eyes were only half open. If only he hadn't pushed himself so hard... If only she had stopped him... She screamed his name, begging him to stay, because he was humanity's last hope, and her last hope.
Behind her, she heard thundering footsteps approach. She carefully set him down, tears blurring her vision, and veered around to face her opponent- a massive 15-meter beast with bloodstained teeth and dull brown eyes. Her silver eyes glimmered with anger and loss and desperation, and she launched herself at the titan. Before she knew what was happening, two more titans appeared, both of equal size to her current foe. One of them, a chubby creature with shoulder-length blonde hair, grabbed her out of the air. She swung her swords at the fist enclosing her, and the beast released her, crying out in pain. She tumbled to the ground, mere feet from Eren's limp body. She glared at them, but her maneuver gear had broken in the fall. Her grip around her blades tightened, but it wasn't enough.
She screamed and cried as they hoisted her in the air, and struggled in vain as one of them curiously peeked at Eren, her cheeks sticky with blood and tears. Her fingers gripped tightly at her beloved scarf. She blamed herself for this mess.
It was in that moment that she realized the symbolic Wings of Freedom were, in fact, the wings that freed one from this hell of a life.
She felt the warm sun heating her weak body, and she could smell budding flowers, and hear a soft breeze flowing through the cool grass. She hesitantly opened her silver eyes, only to find that her body was free of blood and that she was on a peaceful grassy field.
Out of habit, she grasped at her smooth scarf, finding comfort in the silky red thread. That was when she realized that she wasn't alone.
They were all there. The parents that she had to say goodbye to at such a young age, the mother that had adopted her as one of her own, and so many others. They were all there, chatting and laughing and welcoming her, but at the moment she was focused on one person.
His choppy brown hair glimmered in the sunlight, and his shining green eyes were bright with happiness, and he was smiling, which was a rare sight. She ran into his outstretched arms, and for the first time in forever, she was truly happy.
This world is cruel, but also very beautiful.