Eren was wide awake in the middle of the night, gazing down softly at Mikasa, the new member of his family, who was curled up on his lap. The nine year old had nightmares, and came to Eren, seeking comfort. He held her as she cried, whispering comforting words to her until she fell asleep, and now here he was, looking at the traumatized girl.
He couldn't imagine all that she'd been through, and how much she was suffering. He had never lost a loved one, but he imagined that she was going through pain so horrible that it's indescribable.
He smiled sadly at the young girl. He felt this weird attachment to her, even though he met her only a few hours ago; all he wanted to do was steal her pain away and make her smile.
He brushed her black, silky, hair out of her face, resting his hand on top of her head. The sun began to rise. He let out a sigh. If he could, he would make it wait just a little longer.
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