[Eren knows the street; fat oak trees and shabby brick houses, only every other streetlamp illuminated, flickering. He sits up straighter in his seat, turning to face out the window properly, even going so far as to press one hand to the glass.
[His breath hitches in his chest. He's been trying all weekend to get Aubrey to budge, but when he left her house last night, he was certain he'd never see their place again. He's meant to be dead right now.
[A thought, passing, but electric: It would be the perfect place to die together, if it ever came to that.
[Of course, it won't come to that. It can't come to that. Not for Aubrey. Maybe still for Eren. "Why should I have to die?" But he still doesn't see a future. As they turn onto the dirt road leading to their haven, he still feels as though he's about to see it for the last time.
[He couldn't die without seeing her one more time. Maybe that's what stopped him.]
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[His breath hitches in his chest. He's been trying all weekend to get Aubrey to budge, but when he left her house last night, he was certain he'd never see their place again. He's meant to be dead right now.
[A thought, passing, but electric: It would be the perfect place to die together, if it ever came to that.
[Of course, it won't come to that. It can't come to that. Not for Aubrey. Maybe still for Eren. "Why should I have to die?" But he still doesn't see a future. As they turn onto the dirt road leading to their haven, he still feels as though he's about to see it for the last time.
[He couldn't die without seeing her one more time. Maybe that's what stopped him.]