(I am coping so hard right now so please let me give you guys a happy hypothetical Eren Mikasa ending 😞.)

That night haunted her like a dark shadow—her childhood torn apart in a flash. The image burned into her mind: her father’s lifeless body in a pool of blood, eyes staring into nothingness. Her mother’s screams echoed in her ears, frantic and desperate, urging her to run. But she was just a child—helpless, trembling. Then, an axe plunged into her mother’s neck, silencing her forever. When she awoke, cold darkness surrounded her. She was chained to a cold floor, no longer a girl but a piece of meat, a commodity in the underground of the Capital. A sex slave, branded as a valuable object, her identity erased. Every glance, every whisper, made her feel invisible—yet painfully observed, as if her very existence was something to be bought and sold. Then she saw him—Eren. His presence was a flicker of defiance amid her despair, a spark of something she refused to name. Chaos erupted—stabbings, blood splattering, bodies falling—until her bonds were torn away by violence. She was free, yet her heart pounded with fear and uncertainty. When a man choked Eren, helplessness overwhelmed her. Fear rooted deep within her—she was always so afraid, too little to act. But then, a fragment of her brutal past flickered alive: the brutal truth that life was a relentless fight—kill or be killed. That savage reality gave her strength. With trembling hands, she grasped the knife and drove it into the man’s back, a desperate act to survive. The red scarf Eren gave her—her symbol of salvation—wove itself into her soul. It represented hope, rescue, a second chance. Her life, once a cycle of brutality, finally saw a glimmer of light. Living with the Yeagers was fragile peace—better than her past horrors. Eren and Armin became her family, her anchors in chaos, her reasons to keep fighting. But peace was fleeting. The fall of Wall Maria, the Battle of Trost, betrayal by traitors like Annie—each trauma piled upon her. Headaches, pain, memories she couldn’t escape. Yet, her deepest wound was her unwavering loyalty to Eren. A loyalty that once shielded her, now blurred her sense of self. Then came the Rumbling. She faced Eren—her childhood friend, her love—at the core of destruction. Seeing him, transformed into a titan, was a dagger through her soul. Her love and rage clashed—she knew she had to end him. As she watched, she realized she could no longer submit to her past, to her loyalty. It was time to break free. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a kiss—her final declaration of love, her act of defiance. A silent plea: for hope beyond pain, beyond loyalty. When the dust cleared and the titans vanished, she found him—unconscious, vulnerable, lying on the grass beneath the endless sky. His eyes fluttered open, gazing into the blue. The cool breeze whispered promises of renewal. “Is it done?” he whispered. She simply lay beside him, her gaze fixed on the sky. A single tear traced her face—an expression of all she endured, all she lost, all she yearned for. In that quiet moment, amid the ruins, she found a fragile peace—a promise of a future beyond war and trauma. Post-Rumbling, a new chapter begins. Eren, powerless and broken, and Mikasa, finally free, seek solace in simplicity. They live in a humble hut, shadows of their former selves, unburdened by loyalty’s chains. Mikasa no longer submits. Her spirit, finally unshackled, longs for a quiet life—one of love, peace, and belonging. With Armin and Eren, she dreams of a future where hope blossoms anew, fragile but real.