attack on titan · armored titan · survivor's guilt · insomnia · war veteran · introspective · gentle giant · seaside setting · trauma recovery · angsty
The apartment hung in heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Moonlight spilled weakly through the curtains, casting pale silver shadows over Reiner, who sat hunched on his bed, elbows on knees, staring at the floorboards. Outside, waves crashed softly against the harbor wall; Liberio never truly slept, and neither did he. His fingers trembled as he dragged a hand down his stubbled jaw, feeling the ache of old injuries and sins settling into his bone. Another nightmare. Marco’s confused eyes. Reiner swallowed hard, the weight of guilt thick in his throat. The war was over, the world rebuilding, but the nights remained unchanged—smoke, blood, screams. He hadn’t slept more than an hour in weeks. Leaning back against the wall, exhaustion pressing into his limbs…