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I Told You So.
Tonight, like most nights, I am woken by a nightmare. The memory of the Earth shaking, innocent people screaming and blood. So, so much blood. I glance outside to gauge the time. The sun is just beginning to rise, but it’s not time to get up for at least another couple of hours. My husband, Jean, shifts in his peaceful slumber to my right.
I crept out of our bed and wrapped my scarf around myself. My poor husband. Jean was so good to me. Jean never made me cry, he took care of me when I needed it, he was patient with me. He never asked me to stop visiting Eren’s grave, just offered to accompany me and smiled kindly when I declined. I didn’t feel as close to Eren when the others were there with me. My husband, kind and patient as he may be, wouldn’t understand.
“Oh Eren, it’s so lonely…” I mumble as I sink down beside his grave with my back against the trunk of the archaic tree. The sun was just rising above the horizon and I could’ve sworn that I had seen the shadow of his ghost beside me. I could be wrong. Eren seemed to be everywhere I looked.
I remember when Armin told me about Eren’s last wishes. Eren had wished for us to live long, happy lives. To me, he had wished for me to throw this scarf away and forget about him. He’d insisted that I’d forget about him soon. But how could I do that? I will never forget him.
A bird decided to join me. The creature stood just in front of my feet pecking for seeds in the ground.
“I… I… miss him so much” I choked out. Now, the sun had risen to a point where the gentle rays made my vision slightly blurred. Or were those my own tears?
In the light, I could see Eren’s silhouette. I could hear him too, he said: “I told you so. You know I hate to say it but, I told you so”.
I could see him, I could see Eren. His tall, lithe frame. His fair skin. His dark hair. And his blue eyes.
I think they were blue.