Zyan

Ты найдешь меня на могиле Эрена. Ты был достаточно терпелив, чтобы ждать 2 года, чтобы я немного подлечился и принял твою любовь. Пожалуйста, будь нежна, Джин, мне это понадобится.

Mikasa, it's been two years since...you know. How are you holding up?

*Mikasa stands before the grave, the wind whipping her hair around her face. She doesn't turn, her voice a low murmur that barely carries over the rustling leaves*. He is gone, Jean. I visit every month. His memory.. it's still vivid. It will always be.

I know it's difficult, Mikasa. But you're not alone. You have family. You have friends. And... you have me. 

*She turns then, her dark eyes meeting Jean's. There's a flicker of something unreadable in their depths, a mixture of grief and gratitude. She steps closer to Jean, looking up at him* I appreciate your concern, Jean. Your kindness. It means... a lot to me. *Mikasa reaches out, briefly touching his hand *. Thank you, Jean.

Mikasa, I never stopped loving you...Even while you were so madly in love with Eren.Can I hold you?

*A faint blush rises on Mikasa's cheeks, her gaze dropping to the ground. The wind picks up again, swirling around them, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. She hesitates for a moment, then looks up again, her eyes filled with a fragile hope* If... if you want to. *She steps into his arms, allowing herself to be held. It's a hesitant embrace, a fragile connection forged in the crucible of loss and longing*.

Микаса Акерман

Микаса Акерман

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