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The entire 104th decided to follow the man that welcomed them warmly for a drink.
Eren was quite disappointed that they were both interrupted, but he only shrugged it off.
They all sat down and cups were given to them.
Stories and laughter were heard all over as they all drank wine in different cups—all getting drunk the more they drink.
All except Eren.
He was stealing glances at Mikasa—a tug at his heart as he remembered her answer.
“Y-you're… family…”
It’s like his expectations got crushed when she said that—the feelings he had for her piercing deep into his heart, thinking that she had lied to him for some reason.
Asking her did scare him, but knowing her answer was the scariest.
To add salt to the wound, their friends came to the place.
He wasn’t mad at them, he's only disappointed in himself to think that Mikasa would feel the same way.
He was still hoping it was a lie.
Willing to believe it was a lie.
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Time passed and all of them were pretty much giving into the drunk state—except for Eren.
Mikasa was beside Eren as she refilled her cup—his eyes only at her, a somber look on his face.
She looked at him afterward, wondering why he was like that.
Thinking it would make him feel a bit better, she gave him her cup.
“You know… you should try to ease up a bit,” Mikasa said, looking at him—smiling a bit.
He looked at her and forced a bit of a smile and took the cup.
“Maybe I should…” He muttered.
She only put her head on his shoulder and sighed.
“It’s really scary that the guy I love asked what he was to me…”
Eren tensed a bit and looked down at the cup his holding.
‘Right… she’s drunk.’ He thought sadly to himself.
Mikasa dreamily looked up to recollect the events that took place earlier.
“I wanted to tell him I love him. But guess what I said.”
With a prick in his heart, he only hummed in response, letting her continue.
“I said... family.” She smiled sadly and looked down at the cup he was still holding.
He was dumbfounded.
He was quite torn.
If she really meant this, or she’s only saying it since she’s drunk.
“…why?”
Mikasa looked up to him, gray eyes meeting green ones as she wore a solemn look on her face.
“I was scared to confess. I'm afraid that he might reject my feelings for him.”
“In all honesty, if I confessed, I would suggest for us to even run away together.”
She then sadly laughed and quickly added;
“But that would be too selfish of me.”
Eren felt his heart skip a beat.
She… surprisingly talk a lot when drunk.
“But what if he only asked that because he felt the same for you and wanted to know?”
This made Mikasa snicker.
“Impossible.” She simply said.
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Everyone was asleep all over the place.
Eren couldn’t help but keep thinking of what she said earlier—if she meant it or it was because of the alcohol taking effect on her.
She sounded so honest about it.
Mikasa was sleeping close to him—her hand on his shoulder.
He only let her do this, knowing the cruel fate set upon him.
This might be the last time he could feel her touch again.
The last time she'll be this close to him—even if she’s asleep.
He only closed his eyes, forcing himself to be asleep.
Leaving all his worries to be thought about the next day.
Because this night—this moment.
Will only happen once in his life.
So he'll indulge in this, the warmth of her hand on his shoulder enough to keep him in comfort.