In The Coordinate
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Chapter I
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"If this world won't let me love you, I shall make one where I can."
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"Peace is a concept foreign to me. I've heard about it, yet I don't know it. I think it should be this, what we have now around us; calm, fresh air, and the sound of the breeze brushing the nearby trees."
Eren's words resonated with Mikasa in the same way they had always done. She had always understood him; so synchronized she was with his way of seeing and perceiving the world, that at times she felt that Eren lived inside her bones, muscles, the skin covering them, and in her thoughts. That was why she could also understand that he had changed. He was now more introspective, patient in his vision of life, and amazingly calm, when compared to his previous behavior, that would boil before any provocation. Now, every instant was a gift, both of them thought that way, because such was the manner in which they conceived it the day they decided to come to this place.
Mikasa's hand reached out, over the grass they were laying on, and came to rest on the back of Eren's. She noted he took an instant longer to react; nothing strange, she knew, for he had always required a bit more time to speak from the heart. Then, she felt his fingers slowly starting to entwine with hers, a calm caress with a certain puerile flirt, that brought a smile to her lips. The blue sky they were both observing, had but a few clouds sliding across it, serene and in harmony, making that instant far more peaceful that they could have ever imagined.
"Maybe, we don't need to define peace," Mikasa began, filled by the emotivity of the moment, "Maybe, it's not a sensation anchored to a place, or to what's happening around it. Maybe, peace is just keeping a relaxed heart, despite what may happen beyond our reach."
Eren remained silent, pondering about this time he was stealing from reality, and that had left them both, Mikasa and him, amidst a serenity they craved, but didn't really know. It was then when, possibly as a reflex action born from his thoughts and feelings, he turned the hand Mikasa had covered with hers, in an allegory of the many times she had shielded him, and intertwined his fingers with hers, feeling the warmth of her palm against his own.
"I'm not happy about what happens beyond us," Eren spoke, his gaze ever skywards as he squeezed her hand a bit tighter, "but I'm happy, to be here, with you."
In the coordinate, he thought.
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To be continued.
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A/N
This story, whose length I don't know, is my way of loving two these two beautiful beings who have lived their life among the struggles of war, and who find a haven where they have the chance of living love.
I hope you like it,
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
