Incognizant
The rain pattered against the road as the disconsolate Jean Kirschtein walked slowely towards his destination. He looked up at the gloomy sky, of which matched his mood. He smiled sadly, and continued walking along the paved path.
When he arrived at his place of interest, his legs collapsed, and he laid down. His back-side covered in mud, rain in his hair. He put his hands over his face, and started to cry silently.
When he was finished crying, he sat up and looked around at the graves of the many soldiers who had died from fighting the monstrous Titans.
But his eyes settled on one in particular. The one grave he was there for. The one in front of him.
Marco Bott
A great soldier with much enthusiasm.
Although we don't know how he died, we're sure it was honorable. Rest in peace
"Marco... you idiot. Why didn't you stay with me? I could've protected you... I could have saved you. But - now you're dead! It's all my fault I'm so sorry. I wish you would just come back. I love you, Marco."
Jean felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up, and saw familar hazel eyes. "Marco..." He whispered. He placed his hand on top of Marco's. He smiled a sincere, happy smile.
"Jean... Don't blame yourself. I could've protected myself. I should've protected myself. But I slipped up, and for that I am sorry. Don't hate me, and don't hate yourself. I will be in your memory. I love you, Jean Kirschtein, goodbye." Marco kissed his best friend on his cold, wet lips, and disappeared.
Jean touched his lips. 'It... wasn't... real..." He choked back his tears, and placed a single white rose in front of his lover's grave.
White for innocence.