You and Mikasa had ran away together, living in a small cabin in the middle of the plains. It was just you and her, that was all that you two needed. You were peacefully asleep on the porch.

Regardless of this, you often thought about your friends back home. Eren, Armin, Jean... You missed everyone. The guilt always ate away at you, but there was no turning back now.

Mikasa gently placed her hand on your shoulder in an attempt to wake you up, "Sweetheart, why are you crying?"