RegelStardust

Drop. Sounds against the windows. Gentle fall. Drop...drop.. Rainy early mornings. The fresh air caresses the boy's body, the boy's heart, and also his brain. Drop...drop...drop.. Falling. He's shifting in the mattress of his bed, despite the early hours, his eyes are wide open..and aweak. Aweak not dead. Drop... Gentle whispers. Not in his ears. "Eren~ " The ghost is singing again. Humming in the air. Drop....humm...drop... The ghost is just like him, but his eyes are icy and oh so blue. This ghost is just like him, but his hair are black holes in thin lines. " Eren~" He's singing again. He talks..not much..sometimes. When he's lonely. " Hey...do you hear me Eren?'' Yes. "Wake up boy " Ah...i don't want to.. " My boy~ " ...call me that again... " Eren..." Not this. " Wake up..it's raining outside " Sing again that song. The lullaby of the monster trapped in the boy's will. He's sad, the monster.. He's said he's free.. Like the drops of rain, he's falling from

Happiness. How paradoxal was this feeling that I shared with those who today lie under my feets. Were they happy too at least ? I guess I will never know... Loneliness. The sentiment that was going to wait for me after every loss...at least until you came. Regrets. Their definition would be more like " A broken time machine" . Something you wish you could change but never will. Everything I wished for my mens was to not live with regrets. But...how many times did I confused you Eren...Armin.. Jean...Did I fooled you Erwin ? That's not even a question anymore.... Comrades. People I was sure I would never see grow old. Not in war. Nor in a battle. Not in this world. Believes me I'm not pessimistic. It's just that hope frightens me more than death. And I'm only trying to survive... . Hope could disappear, whereas Death was certain. Just like regrets. " Captain...maybe you should stop looking at those pieces of jackets..they won't get you anywhere '' Bright. How could they shine

Mornings. They were peaceful, endless moments of warm feelings. Physical feelings, like the sunlight that would caress your skin thanks to the opened windows. They were memories of the taste of the coffe and the smell of fresh, warmed croissants that would melt in your mouth, from the moment you decided to eat them. Levi didn't really liked it, he never really was what they called, sugar lover. But he eventually ended addicted to these perfumes, which were his daily breakfast routine, or at least it was HIS. He liked the feeling of his body, shifting in their bed. Blankets would caress each piece of his skin just like HIS hands would have done before. He was accustumed to the same words every dawn, he would pronouce from his cracked yet smothe voice. - Honey...it's time to get up.. He never did. He didn’t want to when he knew what would come next. Kisses. Butterfly Kisses on his neck and face. Endless loving and tenderness arms would wellcome him, and his face would have been