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"(f/n)! Wait!"

Eren turned around his head, to see a very worried Christa following (f/n). The (h/c) looked very sad, as walked at Eren's side. When she looked at him, he realized that her eyes were filled with tears. Christa raised a hand at (f/n)'s body, wanting her for come back, but (f/n) didn't wanted to: she only wanted to know what happened to Eren's squad:

"Eren Heichou..."

"Yes, (l/n)?" He looked at her, smiling a bit.

"It's true that your squad is-"

"Dead? Yes."

(f/n) started to cry again; she mumbled a quick thank you, and ran outside the building. Christa looked at her, moving her two blonde topknots with rythm. Eren sighed, and looked at Christa's blue eyes:

"Reiss, can you help me to search (l/n)?"

"Of course, Heichou."

So, they started to searh the (h/c) bangs of the sad 17-year-old girl.

First, the bathrooms;

"So, Reiss, enter the girls bathrooms, please!"

"Sir, yes sir!" She saluted, and entered the girls bathrooms. Eren remembered when Mikasa was alive, and she entered the same bathroom to fix her beautiful black hair. He sighed, as Christa walked out the bathroom:

"She's not here. Sorry."

Then, the Mess Hall;

"I will search the north, you the south."

"Sir, yes sir."

"Stop calling me sir! I'm the same old as you!"

"And you call me Reiss."

Eren rolled his turquoise eyes, and walked to the north of the empty Mess Hall. He searched below the tables, in the corners, etc. He remembered when he used to walk with Armin, to eat the dinner, the breakfast, when he was alive. Those things maked Eren feel nostalgic:

They were gone.

"She's not here."

"Here too."

Then, the rooms;

"Let's do it. You can enter the girls rooms."

"I'm not a girl, Christa!"

"But you're Heichou!"

Eren sighed: "Good, but if Emerald kicks my crotch..." The blonde woman smiled: "Don't worry, she will understand."

So, Eren entered the girs room, covering his eyes with his hands: girls yelled of shame, and two yelled of fangirlism. Others only covered their bodies with bedsreads. And only two ones looked at him with all her pajamas in, and one of them raised her look up of her book to see a very red Eren Heichou, asking about (f/n):

"Hello, Christa!"

"P-pervert!"

Christa narrowed her eyebrows, as Eren asked one question:

"S-sorry ladies, but, is (l/n) here?"

"Do you see her here?"

Eren recognized Emerald's voice from his left:

"As you can see, I can't."

"No, she isn't here."

"Well, thank you."

And with that, the blonde woman and the brunette man leaved the girls room.

They will not come back.

"Well, we will separate each other to search better her face."

"Got it, Christa."

*Christa's P.O.V.:
South Hallways

"(f/n)? Are you here?" Christa yelled at the nothing, wondering if in the corners was the (s/c) girl. But, no, she wasn't there. The blonde sighed, and looked for Hanji: and so, she finded the brunette obsessed with titans. Her long brown hair was into a ponytail, as ever, and her eyes were more closed, because of the ages.

"Zöe! Have you seen (f/n)?"

Hanji thinked a bit:

"Hm... she's (s/c), she haves (h/l) (h/c) hair, her (e/c) eyes are filled with mystery and a lot of emotions, she is-"

"Hanji! Now, don't troll me! The last time that you saw her?"

"This morning, in breakfast, looking at Eren. Why?"

Christa sighed "Nothing." She answered, and looked out the nearest window. She remembered when Ymir used to hug her, to talk with her. Her only true friend. When she was alive.

You can't fly if you never try.

*Eren's P.O.V.:
Horse Stables

The brunette walked near to the stables, and saw Jean and Levi having a talk

"If you don't clean this fast..."

"S-sorry, Commander Levi!"

"Clean, now!"

Jean looked at his feets; there was cookies and a glass of milk, broken. He started to pick up the parts of the glass, and walked to another side. He looked at Eren, with respect and sadness, and gived him a verry worried look. Eren looked at Levi, who was walking to the Haven:

"Commander Levi! Have you seen (l/n)?"

"Tch. I think that she's there, crying for no reason." The raven haired man pointed with his finger at the stables. Eren gave a quick thank you sir, and entered the building:

Chaff was scattered around the lonely body of a girl, who was crying behind a pile of boxes. It was a silent cry, but Eren feeled the tears falling down from (f/n)'s cheeks. 'Maybe transform into a titan several times is a good thing for my five senses.' Eren thinked, joking for himself, and walked near to the (h/c) haired girl:

"(l/n)... are you okay?"

"How I can be okay?" She muttered, stopping her cries for a while. Then, she resumed her crying; her cheeks were sighly pink, and her usual smile was covered by a sad yell of agony.

"(f/n), please, stop it..."

She didn't stop, don't minding that her crush used her first name on her. Eren narrowed his eyebrows, and hugged her tiny body:

"Please, you are making me cry..." He muttered at her ear, tears blowing silently from his eyes. She feeled his tears, so she pulled out from her pocket a white silk cloth;

"Here." She said, kindly, yet crying. Eren nodded no, and whispered to her:

"It's yours. I can't use it, since you are crying too.."

"But-"

"Manners of a gentleman." He smiled, cleaning his tears with his cloack. He had changed since all his comrades died in battle. His anger was inside him, not wanting anyone to be angry as him. He was more mature.

"Heichou-"

"Call me Eren."

(f/n) looked down to the wood floor:

"Eren, why are you here?"

"Because I ant you to be happy."

(f/n) started to cry again. "But,... they were my friends! You were the only who lived in the 73th expedition!"

"(f/n)... I-"

But he didn't know what to say. All he wanted was (f/n) to be happy. He wanted to stay alive with her, to make a happy life with all of his alive friends that survived in the last years.

"(f/n)- I love you."

(f/n) looked at his eyes,.. oh, those eyes that had millions of emotions at the same time.

"Oh, Eren..."

And they kissed. For the first time in hours- no, for years, (f/n) feeled truly happy, as Eren.

Nobody wants to die too fast.

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"(f/n)! Wait!"

Eren turned around his head, to see a very worried Christa following (f/n). The (h/c) looked very sad, as walked at Eren's side. When she looked at him, he realized that her eyes were filled with tears. Christa raised a hand at (f/n)'s body, wanting her for come back, but (f/n) didn't wanted to: she only wanted to know what happened to Eren's squad:

"Eren Heichou..."

"Yes, (l/n)?" He looked at her, smiling a bit.

"It's true that your squad is-"

"Dead? Yes."

(f/n) started to cry again; she mumbled a quick thank you, and ran outside the building. Christa looked at her, moving her two blonde topknots with rythm. Eren sighed, and looked at Christa's blue eyes:

"Reiss, can you help me to search (l/n)?"

"Of course, Heichou."

So, they started to searh the (h/c) bangs of the sad 17-year-old girl.

First, the bathrooms;

"So, Reiss, enter the girls bathrooms, please!"

"Sir, yes sir!" She saluted, and entered the girls bathrooms. Eren remembered when Mikasa was alive, and she entered the same bathroom to fix her beautiful black hair. He sighed, as Christa walked out the bathroom:

"She's not here. Sorry."

Then, the Mess Hall;

"I will search the north, you the south."

"Sir, yes sir."

"Stop calling me sir! I'm the same old as you!"

"And you call me Reiss."

Eren rolled his turquoise eyes, and walked to the north of the empty Mess Hall. He searched below the tables, in the corners, etc. He remembered when he used to walk with Armin, to eat the dinner, the breakfast, when he was alive. Those things maked Eren feel nostalgic:

They were gone.

"She's not here."

"Here too."

Then, the rooms;

"Let's do it. You can enter the girls rooms."

"I'm not a girl, Christa!"

"But you're Heichou!"

Eren sighed: "Good, but if Emerald kicks my crotch..." The blonde woman smiled: "Don't worry, she will understand."

So, Eren entered the girs room, covering his eyes with his hands: girls yelled of shame, and two yelled of fangirlism. Others only covered their bodies with bedsreads. And only two ones looked at him with all her pajamas in, and one of them raised her look up of her book to see a very red Eren Heichou, asking about (f/n):

"Hello, Christa!"

"P-pervert!"

Christa narrowed her eyebrows, as Eren asked one question:

"S-sorry ladies, but, is (l/n) here?"

"Do you see her here?"

Eren recognized Emerald's voice from his left:

"As you can see, I can't."

"No, she isn't here."

"Well, thank you."

And with that, the blonde woman and the brunette man leaved the girls room.

They will not come back.

"Well, we will separate each other to search better her face."

"Got it, Christa."

*Christa's P.O.V.:
South Hallways

"(f/n)? Are you here?" Christa yelled at the nothing, wondering if in the corners was the (s/c) girl. But, no, she wasn't there. The blonde sighed, and looked for Hanji: and so, she finded the brunette obsessed with titans. Her long brown hair was into a ponytail, as ever, and her eyes were more closed, because of the ages.

"Zöe! Have you seen (f/n)?"

Hanji thinked a bit:

"Hm... she's (s/c), she haves (h/l) (h/c) hair, her (e/c) eyes are filled with mystery and a lot of emotions, she is-"

"Hanji! Now, don't troll me! The last time that you saw her?"

"This morning, in breakfast, looking at Eren. Why?"

Christa sighed "Nothing." She answered, and looked out the nearest window. She remembered when Ymir used to hug her, to talk with her. Her only true friend. When she was alive.

You can't fly if you never try.

*Eren's P.O.V.:
Horse Stables

The brunette walked near to the stables, and saw Jean and Levi having a talk

"If you don't clean this fast..."

"S-sorry, Commander Levi!"

"Clean, now!"

Jean looked at his feets; there was cookies and a glass of milk, broken. He started to pick up the parts of the glass, and walked to another side. He looked at Eren, with respect and sadness, and gived him a verry worried look. Eren looked at Levi, who was walking to the Haven:

"Commander Levi! Have you seen (l/n)?"

"Tch. I think that she's there, crying for no reason." The raven haired man pointed with his finger at the stables. Eren gave a quick thank you sir, and entered the building:

Chaff was scattered around the lonely body of a girl, who was crying behind a pile of boxes. It was a silent cry, but Eren feeled the tears falling down from (f/n)'s cheeks. 'Maybe transform into a titan several times is a good thing for my five senses.' Eren thinked, joking for himself, and walked near to the (h/c) haired girl:

"(l/n)... are you okay?"

"How I can be okay?" She muttered, stopping her cries for a while. Then, she resumed her crying; her cheeks were sighly pink, and her usual smile was covered by a sad yell of agony.

"(f/n), please, stop it..."

She didn't stop, don't minding that her crush used her first name on her. Eren narrowed his eyebrows, and hugged her tiny body:

"Please, you are making me cry..." He muttered at her ear, tears blowing silently from his eyes. She feeled his tears, so she pulled out from her pocket a white silk cloth;

"Here." She said, kindly, yet crying. Eren nodded no, and whispered to her:

"It's yours. I can't use it, since you are crying too.."

"But-"

"Manners of a gentleman." He smiled, cleaning his tears with his cloack. He had changed since all his comrades died in battle. His anger was inside him, not wanting anyone to be angry as him. He was more mature.

"Heichou-"

"Call me Eren."

(f/n) looked down to the wood floor:

"Eren, why are you here?"

"Because I ant you to be happy."

(f/n) started to cry again. "But,... they were my friends! You were the only who lived in the 73th expedition!"

"(f/n)... I-"

But he didn't know what to say. All he wanted was (f/n) to be happy. He wanted to stay alive with her, to make a happy life with all of his alive friends that survived in the last years.

"(f/n)- I love you."

(f/n) looked at his eyes,.. oh, those eyes that had millions of emotions at the same time.

"Oh, Eren..."

And they kissed. For the first time in hours- no, for years, (f/n) feeled truly happy, as Eren.

Nobody wants to die too fast.