As far as she could see it was greenery, the grass swayed with the wind and the sun was shining. She looked down at herself, gone were her blood-covered clothes and ODM gear, now she was simply wearing a white button-down and black pants.
Her eyes took in the awe before her, filling in the gap of all the death and destruction she had seen. It took her a bit to wonder where she was? Was she dead? The last thing she remembered was sitting on the titans back as they flew in to stop the behemoth, and she wondered if the last time they truly spoke were those words hateful words.
They wanted her to kill him. She had to, didn't she?
She was sitting in the grassy land, the wind blew past her and her hair flew behind. That's when noticed her hair had grown out, it again reached the length she had accidentally cut. She felt her face, the scar was still there but her wounds were gone.
"Mikasa?" A voice she had previously yearned to hear spoke. The same voice that broke her and was ready to kill her.
She sharply looked to her side and there he sat. In the beauty of the scenery, he stood out draped in his signature all-black. The same jacket he wore with the faded green undershirt, unlike then his hair was not knotted up but was flowing with the wind. He was staring ahead, as his fingers kneeled the grass he sat on. There was a good arm's length distance between them.
Despite the swelling emotions filling every course of her being, she managed to keep her voice calm and firm.
"Where am I?" Knowing full well he had something to do with whatever this was.
He took a while to speak, in the emotionless baritone he uttered. "The paths."
"Why am I here?" She carefully threaded, looking to her side and observing his minuscule movements. There weren't many except his hair and the fists he hand bawled his hands in. She had a very vague idea of what the paths even were, despite the logistics of the titan magic, she cared more to know his intentions at the moment.
"I wanted to talk to you. . ." his voice broke, as his shoulders slouched and he refused to look at her.
"You do know what you have done, you can never go back," she lamented her pain in every word. She had said the words before, but now they were nothing but a hollow shell. She could never forgive him for his actions, the atrocities he committed demanded every ounce of vehemence her being could muster.
"I know." He flatly responded, yet his voice was almost a whisper.
"Why did you bring me here?" She asked again rather loudly, not bothering to mask her anger.
The wind filled in the gap as the soft scent of dew filled their noses. She could hear him inhale and let out a heavy sigh.
"Do you remember when I asked you what you were to me?" He began, his voice taking a bit of form. He held up his fist holding weeded out grass and he allowed them to fly with the wind.
She scratched the side of her face. "Yes?" That was a moment she could never forget, along with the hurtful words ingrained in her mind.
"What if we ran away that day? What if we ran away together, Mikasa?" He quietly said, as a lump formed in his throat.
"Huh?" Her brows arched. "But we, I mean you-"
"Let's pretend we did that," he finally faced her. His eyes were a dull shade of green marred by the burden of existence, while the rest of his face looked tired beyond years. He looked close to collapsing in on himself and breaking.
There was so much she could have said, there was so much she could have done. But instead, she was taken in by the face yearning for her kindness. One last time, one last act of kindness to seal their fractured existence.
"I don't deserve this, I don't deserve any of it," his words quivered as he clenched his fingers in his face. "Just. . ." He buried his face in his palm, yet his fingers continued to dig in his skin. "Will you do this one final thing?" He pleaded.
There was only one answer to such a selfish want. Only selfishness prevailed against all odds, as everything bled away into a forlorn fragmentation.
"Okay." A sad smile covered her face, as she looked at the pieces of the boy she once knew.
Authors note: I swear people need to make fanfictions about the 4 year time in paths Eren and Mikasa spent. Like Jesus Christ, this is so sad yet I want to heal my soul by looking at them at least being happy. For once. Feel free to leave reviews about what situation you might like them in xD
Hope you enjoy it. We going full fluffy next chapter ~