[“Still running.” As if Eren wants to be this vulnerable.]
[“What now?”]
[Aubrey glares. It’s a desperate thing.]
What now? [Her voice cracks on the word.] What now— I don’t know. We live. We talk. We go somewhere else and do it all over again; I don’t. know.
[The glare drops. Still completely fucking useless, at the end of it all… but Eren clinging like this makes her at least feel wanted. Needed. Is that selfish?]
I just… I want him to wake up.
[She pulls him, again. No goddamn kicking. And yet she sounds utterly defeated.]
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[“Still running.” As if Eren wants to be this vulnerable.]
[“What now?”]
[Aubrey glares. It’s a desperate thing.]
What now? [Her voice cracks on the word.] What now— I don’t know. We live. We talk. We go somewhere else and do it all over again; I don’t. know.
[The glare drops. Still completely fucking useless, at the end of it all… but Eren clinging like this makes her at least feel wanted. Needed. Is that selfish?]
I just… I want him to wake up.
[She pulls him, again. No goddamn kicking. And yet she sounds utterly defeated.]
This can’t be on purpose.