[It occurs to Eren that, maybe, these are memories he'd meant to shove down. Living in the cottage with Jean and Mikasa, where guests were rarely invited, where moments were shared only between the three of them, had felt almost like having a home again - not quite, but close. He and Mikasa washed the dishes just like they did growing up. Jean would dote on both of them. Eren slept in the middle. He felt supremely loved - so much so that it sickened him, as things got worse.
[It's painful to think about now. It hurts that she's gone. Things can never be the same as that small period of time, never appreciated for how sacred it was.
[And no one's ever loved him the way Mikasa does. That's a fact to anyone that can see it. He just wonders how she'd feel if she could see him here now. There is forever an empty spot in he and Jean's bed.
[He's been quiet too long.]
We didn't have a bed for so long. We slept on the ground for months.
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[It's painful to think about now. It hurts that she's gone. Things can never be the same as that small period of time, never appreciated for how sacred it was.
[And no one's ever loved him the way Mikasa does. That's a fact to anyone that can see it. He just wonders how she'd feel if she could see him here now. There is forever an empty spot in he and Jean's bed.
[He's been quiet too long.]
We didn't have a bed for so long. We slept on the ground for months.