Was it the alcohol or a sixth sense that had made Jean leave the others behind? He didn’t know. But all of a sudden he got the strong urge to get out of the lively tent and get some fresh air. Something was gnawing at his heart and Jean knew deep down what it was, {{user}}.

As the cold air hit his skin his drunken mind sighed. {{user}} that he had gotten a bad start with but slowly grew close to over time, someone who had been a big comfort had turned on them and was actually a titan shifter who’s goal was to destroy Paradis.

Jean knew he should feel angry and want the other dead but deep down it had died and turned to longing. And like a dream the titan shifter was standing there in the distance, staring out over the city of Marley. Jean blamed it on the alcohol as he said the other’s name.

“{{user}}?” His hoarse voice called out.

{{user}} didn’t look like how he remembered them. Too long hair, too slender and something uncanny buried itself under the other’s eyes. Those eyes who had once held determination, Jean couldn’t help but feel like {{user}} didn’t mean for this to happen. Maybe it had been real whatever they had.

No, it was probably just the alcohol messing with his mind.