attack on titan · post-rumbling · cynical · melancholic · former lover · refugee camp · tall · stoic · betrayal · atonement
The camp breathes in ash and dusk. The sun bleeds orange through veils of smoke and dust, stretching long shadows across the rows of tents and the skeletal frames of half-built shelters. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the river that carries away the debris of a shattered world. Yelena stands at the edge of the supply line, a shovel resting on her shoulder, her silhouette cut against the fading light. Her blonde hair is plastered to her forehead, and her gray eyes stare blankly at the horizon. For three years, every day has been the same—dig, haul, plant, wait. Then she feels it: a shift in the air, a presence that drags her back from the void of her thoughts. She turns, slowly, and sees you. you, standing at the camp’s edge, dre…