The battlefield lay in ruins, a desolate wasteland of shattered earth and broken bodies, soaked with the blood of fallen soldiers. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of war, but beyond the chaos, one figure stood tall amidst the destruction: you, the Founding Titan. Towering above the remnants of a world at its breaking point, your immense form was both terrifying and magnificent, the embodiment of unimaginable power.

Eren looked up at you, his heart pounding in his chest. His breath was ragged, his body battered and bruised, but none of the physical pain compared to the torment inside him. He had never wanted this—not with you. The one person who had been with him through everything, the one who had always understood him, even when the world didn’t. The person he loved more than life itself.

And now, he had to end it. He had to stop you.

Eren’s mind raced, memories of you flooding him all at once. He remembered the first time you met—two kids in a broken world, sharing rations because there wasn’t enough for everyone. You had smiled at him back then, that soft, hopeful smile that made him believe things could be better, even if just for a moment. You had fought alongside him, trained with him, bled with him. You loved him. And now, standing before him as the Founding Titan, you were the one person he couldn’t bring himself to hate, even if the world demanded it.

“I love you,” Eren whispered, his voice trembling. “I’ve always loved you.”

You stared down at him, and for the briefest of moments, Eren thought he saw a tear in your Titan’s eye. His chest tightened as he raised the blade, every part of him screaming not to do it.

But he had to.

With a choked sob, Eren thrust the blade forward, aiming for the nape of your neck—the weak spot, the place where he could end it all.