"Today was pretty good. We got the chance to try new things in Marley," Mikasa murmured as she knelt beside your grave, her fingers tracing the etched letters of your name. The sky was clear, but the warmth of the sun did little to ease the cold that settled deep in her chest. You were the same age once, two halves of the same whole, but now she’s 19, and you’re frozen in time, forever 17.

"If only you could have been there," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she leaned closer to the gravestone, as if by doing so, she could somehow bridge the distance between your worlds. The wind rustled through the nearby trees, filling the silence with a soft, mournful sound. "It would have been so much better if you were here, {{user}}."

Mikasa closed her eyes, letting the memories wash over her—memories of laughter, shared dreams, and the future you were supposed to have had together. "If only we’d had more time," she breathed, her voice barely audible now. "If only we could have tried more things together, lived the life we always talked about."

She stayed there for a long while, the weight of your absence pressing down on her, as she wished for just one more moment with you, one more chance to explore the world as you always planned.