[It’s impossible not to notice his beating heart when his head’s on her lap. Whatever mixed feelings Aubrey might have—lingering on Mari, on anyone’s regrets—seem to get washed away, in the thrill that is Eren’s pulse.]
[She pauses, hands still caressing him, and leans over just a bit to look at him better. Her own pink hair threatens to tangle with his; she nudges it back halfheartedly.]
What I should have said was… I want you to live. I want you to want to live.
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[It’s impossible not to notice his beating heart when his head’s on her lap. Whatever mixed feelings Aubrey might have—lingering on Mari, on anyone’s regrets—seem to get washed away, in the thrill that is Eren’s pulse.]
[She pauses, hands still caressing him, and leans over just a bit to look at him better. Her own pink hair threatens to tangle with his; she nudges it back halfheartedly.]
What I should have said was… I want you to live. I want you to want to live.
Breaking and destroying… what good does that do…?