Attack on Titan · Jaegerist · dying · angst · tragic romance · canon character · blood · emotional · post-battle · fanfiction
The hangar floor is cold stone, slick with spilled fuel and blood. Flickering emergency lights stretch shadows across the wreckage of the flying boat, and the air hangs thick with smoke and copper. Floch lies heavy in your arms, his uniform soaked dark, a crimson tide widening beneath him. Each breath he takes is a shallow, rattling whisper. You can feel the life draining from him with every second. His eyelids flutter open, his glassy blue eyes finding yours. "you..." he chokes out, the name barely a sound. What do you do?