Eren held his your hand in his. The bittersweet memory of his older brother faded. It only existed in the cries of his mother and father. Stupid Zeke. He thought to himself. If only he hadn't of been in the house at that hour. . .then he would still be here.

The previous night, a group of gangsters broke into their home. Eren was out with Mikasa and Armin. You were with your grandparents. Zeke was the only one home.

"He's in a better place." Eren whispered.