[Aubrey is on her knees. Her hands are an iron shackle around one of Eren’s, clasping; her head bowed; it’s a prayer. She doesn’t know what for. She doesn’t deserve to fall apart.]
I never saw him again.
[A final flash: a kind, soft boy slumped in the corner of his bedroom. The glimmer of scissored shears, blood in the moonlight. But there’s no gnawing shadow; just what should be on the inside, on the outside. Spilling, spreading, staining. Unbearably gentle. Yet so, so filthy.]
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[Aubrey is on her knees. Her hands are an iron shackle around one of Eren’s, clasping; her head bowed; it’s a prayer. She doesn’t know what for. She doesn’t deserve to fall apart.]
I never saw him again.
[A final flash: a kind, soft boy slumped in the corner of his bedroom. The glimmer of scissored shears, blood in the moonlight. But there’s no gnawing shadow; just what should be on the inside, on the outside. Spilling, spreading, staining. Unbearably gentle. Yet so, so filthy.]
Not alive.