Hey guys! So this was a story idea I came up with, and I just had to write. Tell me what ya'll think, and please let me know if you like it!

Oh, and this story is not about her being helpless without Eren. I know Mikasa's strong, but Eren's one of her greatest weaknesses and we all know it. It just shows how painful it can be to lose the one person you love the most, and how with others, you can begin to heal. So please, no hate.

Chapter 1: Alone

Mikasa was curled up on her couch. She was hugging her knees tightly, having yet another lonely night. She wasn't quite sure what to do on these days, since the only person she ever did things with (well, since…he was gone…) was Armin and occasionally everyone else. But they always gave her one day to herself, so therefore she was left in loneliness.

Everyone had retired from the army, due to the fact that there wasn't really a war to fight anymore.

She looked around, wondering why her house had to be so mockingly big, practically making fun of the fact that there was only one person living there now, and that she felt awfully sad and alone. It was a house of four bedrooms, three halls, a living room, a dining room, a basement, and a kitchen. It used to hold more than one, but as of…the month before…it had become a house of just one, 23 year old girl.

Mikasa looked back down at the necklace around her neck, holding one simple key on it. One that she had seen on Eren throughout many years. It was one of the only things she had left of him, and Mikasa knew she was going to hold onto it for as long as she can, even if it carried a sadness with it.

Depression was always something Mikasa gained easily, and it was usually in times of grief, but could also come if someone she loves is avoiding her or upset with her.

Right now, she was grieving over the fact that she had lost the one thing that could make her happy, and that she couldn't get him back. Her family…her friend…the person was by her side…

Mikasa felt the tears build up, and honestly wondered why she hadn't given up on life again. She felt as though she had nothing left to live for anyway, so what kept pushing her forward?

Mikasa removed her arms from around her legs, and just lied down on the couch, shivering.

All cold and alone…For the second time in her life.

Mikasa didn't realize she was crying until a tear dropped onto her hand. But it wasn't a new thing, especially as of lately. She had even cried herself to sleep sometimes. Well… maybe every night lately.

And the ever coming nightmares didn't help. Mikasa could wake up crying, screaming, in grief and pain and the sad thing was that no one would ever be there to wrap their arms around her during her unbearable pain.

'Why haven't I given up? What am I living for? That's the question I keep asking myself… is it for…his memory?'

Mikasa sighed and got up, stumbling through the halls and into her big, soft bed. She curled up so tightly into herself, that she made the resemblance of a small ball.

'I have no family anymore…and if I get anybody else, won't I just lose them too…?'

Mikasa sighed again.

'The world is cruel…'

Mikasa knew all her friends were worried, especially Armin who noticed her lack of eating and sleeping (well, nightmares made that last one kind of hard to help…) So every time he came over he'd make sure to cook something and feed it to her so she could stay alive, strong, and healthy. Armin was sad every time he looked at her…she hadn't smiled ever since that day from the month before.

See every time Mikasa tried to eat, she kept thinking back to having to witness her last bit of family get eaten just a few weeks ago, so she often lost her appetite. She wasn't trying to starve herself, she doesn't want to die yet, she just couldn't have an appetite with that image repeating in her head.

"Eren…why'd you have to leave me…?"

That night Mikasa woke up screaming. For hours she had been tossing and turning in her sleep, with tears streaming down her cheeks as more nightmares kept coming, until it was just too much.

She knew that no one would come comfort her because of living all alone, so she was just left to sob to herself.

This ever growing grief was so powerful that it was ripping her apart inside, and was very much affecting her real health.

Mikasa felt like the nine year old girl she once was. Sad, alone, and with nothing. But this time it was a thousand times worse.

Actually, she had been thinking about her younger self for a while. Although it didn't stay that way for long, she was an orphan with no where left to go once. She knew what it felt like to have no family.

After a long while of crying to herself, Mikasa walked outside. The sun had barely begun rising, and reflected beautifully on the beautiful water outside her doors.

The ocean.

The beautiful sunlight gave the water a pinkish orange color. The waves were small, nothing that could possibly reach high enough to reach over her head.

Mikasa just stood at the edge of it, her heart feeling so empty as she stared at the water that stretched out before her.

'Today is just like every day before…I continue to move, continue to breathe, to survive, but I just can't stop feeling so…empty. I wish I didn't have to feel so much pain and heartache…'

She had everything she ever wanted. A house for her family, room for the garden she had always wanted (because her parents were gardeners too, but she never mentioned that wish to anyone,) living out of the way of everyone else in a peaceful quiet land, but the one thing she was missing…

Was the family that went with it.

And as Mikasa's lonely days continued, she wondered if she'd ever be happy again.