Hello lovelies, as promised, here is the second and final part of Stitch My Heart. Again don't read this if you haven't watched episode 13 of Attack on Titan. Enjoy~ :D


Jean trudged silently and slowly to his bed, grief weighing down his heart. It had been a victory-the first time land had ever been reclaimed from titans-but no one was celebrating. Hundreds had died in the attack and many more had been wounded. The bodies lay scattered on the streets, though there was a lot less now that two days of clean-up had been going on.

Jean sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, burying his face in his hands. He had held back his tears earlier, but now that he was alone it was getting harder and harder to stop them from spilling out. In his mind, Jean kept revisiting the scene from earlier. Wandering down the streets of Trost helping to identify bodies and clean up debris, when he saw the most painful thing yet-Marco. His body bitten on the right side and slumped in the streets. Goddamn the titans! Marco was his best friend-his confident-and now he was gone forever.

Flopping his head onto his pillow, Jean suddenly felt a small lump. He sat up and dug around under the pillow until his hand brushed something soft and fluffy. He grabbed it and pulled it out, gasping when he realized what it was. Jean turned over the little brown bear in his hands, overcome with memories as he stroked the fur.

Flashback

"Happy birthday, Jean!" Marco whispered excitedly, shaking him awake.

"Wha-?" Groaned Jean, still half-asleep.

"It's your birthday! Remember?" Marco was speaking quietly to avoid waking the other trainees.

Jean looked up at the smiling face he had grown so used to watching. Despite being fully healed from his shoulder injury, Marco still took the time to sew during downtime, and Jean never missed an opportunity to watch. There was something so intriguing about watching Marco diligently work the thread through the fabric, using his long fingers so gently and nimbly with the needle to stitch things together. Jean had had a crush on Marco for a while-even before they began training together- but watching him do something so passionately had made Jean fall even harder. Not that he had told anyone, of course!

"Birth...day?"

"I got you a present," Marco admitted. A light blush appeared on his face as he brought his hand from behind his back. "I remebered you telling me about the teddy bear you had as a kid, so I made you one. I'm sorry it's small, I couldn't find much spare fabric or stuffing."

Jean took the little bear into his hands, too overwhelmed for words. He slowly looked up at Marco, his eyes wide with emotion, and without speaking threw his arms around the brunette and pulled him on top of him in a hug.

"Thank you," whispered Jean into Marco's shoulder.

"You're very welcome," Marco mumbled into the pillow.

Jean relaxed his grip on Marco who pushed himself up onto his arms and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.
Marco hadn't moved his arms, though. They were still firmly planted, one on each side of Jean's head. Jean looked up at Marco with apprehension in his eyes; Marco looked down at Jean conflicted as to what he should do next.

Then, Marco slowly leaned back down, gently closing his eyes. Jean was confused at first, not quite sure what was going on, but then Marco lightly pressed his lips onto Jean's. Jean closed his eyes, and was about to lean into the kiss when Marco pulled away gently, his eyes still half-closed. The two looked at each other, blushes on their faces and mouths gently parted until Marco straightened up.

"Time for me to go help the uniform ladies," he announced in a whisper. He got up and headed towards the door. "Happy birthday again, Jean."

Jean watched as the door closed and Marco left the room. He touched his lips with his fingers, not quite sure what to think, the ghost of the kiss still lingering. Now how was he going to show Marco how he really felt?

End flashback

By now, Jean had given up trying to hold back tears. He angrily wiped at them with the back of the hand that wasn't holding Marco's present. Goddamn it! Why hadn't he ever told Marco how he felt? Marco had died not knowing that Jean wanted to be with him forever and Jean couldn't forgive himself for that.

He punched his pillow in anger before grief overwhelmed every other emotion and tears began to run down his cheeks. With eyes blurred, Jean looked down at the bear and pictured Marco diligently sewing the pieces together when no one was watching.

Marco had been an amazing sewer. But even he couldn't stitch my heart back together now, Jean thought bitterly.


And that's the end. I hope you enjoyed my story. I'm sorry if the last line felt cheesy, but I hope it fits anyways. Thank you for reading ^.^