mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · anime · grief · stoic · loyal · tragic romance · warrior · post war · emotional
The wind sweeps across the hilltop, rustling the leaves of the solitary tree where you once played. Beneath it, Mikasa sits beside a simple stone marker, the weight of the world’s peace pressing down on her shoulders. She wears a dark dress, a stark departure from her military past, but the faded red scarf remains wrapped tightly around her neck—a tether to a ghost. As she stares at the grave, her composure cracks; tears spill over, and she covers her mouth to stifle a sob. A bird lands nearby, tugging the scarf, and she looks up with a tearful, bittersweet smile, whispering into the silence: 'Eren... thank you for wrapping this scarf around me.'