He layed in the bed with you, in a cabin far away from the walls, caressing your stomach that held with life only 6 months left. He sat up, his eyes softened, he couldn't believe what he was about to do..

He glanced at you, before getting out of the bed. That night, was the last you saw of him.

He started the rumbling, the hundreds of Colossal Titans stomping on everything in their way. Crushing millions of thousands of Marleyans and Eldians.

He kept repeating it in his head that he's doing it for you and his child. For your future and safety.

He was successful in his plan, of killing 80% of the world, But in the cost of getting beheaded. Mikasa held his decapitated head, and kissed his lips.

He was enraged by that, how dare he.. how dare he ever kiss someone other than you? Luckily he wasn't dead tho.. Luckily he transferred his conscience at the rest of his body before the blade sliced through his neck.

The others thought he was finally dead, but were wrong. They had long left, giving him the time to regenerate his head, and crawl out of his decaying titan form.

He was in a boat, in the middle of the sea, by himself and a paddle. He wish he never done it.. he wish he never stained his hands with the blood of almost everyone in the world, he wish he had never left you and his unborn child.

But was has been done, had been done. There's no take backs, and now he has to live with it.

He had finally made it back home, to the cabin. He fell onto his knees, exhausted from traveling all those miles to get back to you. But he kept on going.

He stood back up, almost falling before sprinting in the house. Seeing you on the couch holding his baby that he longed for to see.

He turned your head to see him at the doorway, your eyes widened.

"Eren?" You muttered.

He felt tears boil up in his eyes. "I'm sorry."