She bolted upright in the dead of the night, her entire body drenched in perspiration. Her heart slammed against her chest, threatening to break through her ribs like the colossal and armored titans had done to Wall Maria. The nightmares were back. Every night they plagued her, sometimes more than once or even twice in the same span of moonlight. That immense, sizzling carcass was always before her, its neck severed brutally, and within the massive gash was…him. Always his body was severed by an unknown officers' 3D maneuver gear; always his large teal eyes stared blankly up at her, dull and lifeless, seeing straight through her and her failure. Always…
She had to go. Right now. She had to make sure….But what if he woke up, or one of the other men? She'd be in deep trouble for encroaching on the men's quarters…She couldn't risk it…However… The desperation to assure herself of his safety was eating at her, as it did every time she tried to push down the thoughts swirling in her mind. Gripping the sheets to her chest, she glanced out the window, absorbing the radiance outside, and made her decision. Though she took deep breaths, trying to maintain her composure, she fairly leaped from between the sheets and dashed from the room.
Under the guidance of the full moon, she swiftly tiptoed to the men's bunk room, carefully stepping on the balls of her feet to avoid the loose floorboards. Once she reached the door identical to her own, she stood before it for a moment, her hand gripping the knob and her breath clogged in her throat. Bits of the horrid visions that haunted her at night flashed across her mind, causing her to bite her lip in deliberation. Her logic lectured what she knew perfectly well, but that fear in the back of her mind kicked at her reason until she soundlessly push the door open, revealing rows of green blanketed bunks and slumbering men.
Luckily for her, he had a lower bunk in the second row, and as she made her way to his bedside she felt her heart flutter. She froze and stared down into his calm, but never truly relaxed, features, the contours of his strong jaw and cheeks outlined in the pale moonlight.
"Eren."
The name played with her lips but never produced a sound. She watched his chest rise and fall in uninterrupted sleep, soft snoring barely filtering past his throat, and she nearly gasped when she sensed tears filling in her eyes. Rubbing rapidly at her grey orbs, she sighed internally. The slightest traces of a smile splayed across her lips, she watched his rib cage expand and contract a few times more before silently departing and making her way back to her own quarters by the luminescence of the ivory moon.