[Eren presses his fingers against the cool wood of their tree, running them along the trunk until they find the divots of he and Aubrey's carved initials. A warmth floods through him that he hasn't felt in years. This is home. His childhood house has been demolished. The town itself feels cursed and half-real. But this spot - this spot, always this spot.
[He barely murmurs as he talks, but it's so quiet that it doesn't matter; it never has. They've spent countless hours whispering here.]
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[He barely murmurs as he talks, but it's so quiet that it doesn't matter; it never has. They've spent countless hours whispering here.]
I stabbed him.
[His fingers trace back over the crude shapes.]
A lot. Lost count...
He died fast, but I didn't stop.