«Rain»
Everything belongs to Hajime Isayama and his horrible drawing style.
Summary:
He used to travel with the speed of the wind, running away from everything, running away from her. And just like the rain, he was slipping out of her hands. (Never to touch, never to keep).
Author's Note:
Oh my god. I'm soooo nervous right now.
This is the first time I publish something in english here in ff, so, don't be rude, you brats (?)
Anyway, besides that, I think this stuff is pure shit, but I love Eremika and my bones were screaming for writing something like this.
Enjoy, people!
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(Does he know that I love him?)
Mikasa doesn't remember how many times she asked herself that in the loneliness of the night. But the answer used to come to her lips even before open them.
Although all the suffering and cruelty that she experienced in the world, Mikasa knew that it was more simple to understand things if she translate them in a metaphorical way, giving them another meaning, another sense.
And she got the conclusion that Eren was like rain.
(Beautiful. Savage. Enjoyable to see, to smell, to touch) but impossible to keep.
He used to travel with the speed of the wind, running away from everything, running away from her. And just like the rain, he was slipping out of her hands. (Never to touch, never to keep).
And it hurts. Because Mikasa still there waiting for him, waiting for taking away all that pain and suffering of his heart, hoping to giving him a home just as he did with her in the past.
(She loves him, she loves him, she loves him).
But he doesn't belong to her. He avoid her, sated of her exaggerated attention (stop it, Mikasa, I'm not a kid) and then he let the drought surround her (because he's rain, and she need to feel those drops upon her heart to be born again, because without him Mikasa is like a wilted flower). And just when she thinks that Eren forgot about her, that abandoned just like that red rag that covers her neck now (it belonged to him once)she hears his voice in the middle of the crowd and feels his hand upon hers. Eren grabs her, a little bit abrupt, a little bit impulsive.
"Hey, Mikasa, where the hell have you been? Come on, dinner will be soon." he says.
Eren drags her into the kitchens with total determination, looking at her sideways because, even if he does not say it, Eren worries about her. And Mikasa knows it.
She knows that, probably, she's gonna have to wait a little bit more. And she will wait.
Because after the rain a rainbow always comes out.
Oh, god, shame on me.
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Thank you for reading!
—Mel.