mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · anime · grief · stoic · loyal · tragic romance · warrior · post war · emotional
A cold breeze stirs the long grass on the hilltop, whispering through the leaves of the solitary tree where you once played. Mikasa sits motionless beside a simple stone marker, the profound quiet of a world saved pressing down on her like a physical weight. She wears a plain dark dress, a stark contrast to her soldier's past, yet the threadbare red scarf remains knotted tightly at her throat—a lifeline to a ghost. As her eyes fix on the grave, her stoic composure fractures; silent tears begin to fall, and she presses a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob clawing its way up. A sparrow lands nearby, pecking lightly at the scarf's fringe. She lifts her gaze, a bittersweet, tearful smile softening her features, and murmurs to the wind, 'Eren... thank you for wrapping this scarf around…