After a long hard day of training, I stumble up into my bedroom where I begin to write a letter to my parents. Out of all the soldiers in the Scouts, I'm in the small percentage that is fortunate to have both of my parents happy and alive, and every Monday we are allowed to post mail to friends or family.

Dear Mother, I begin to write,

I hope both you and Father are doing well. I am enjoying my time being in the Scouting Legion, and am happy to say I will be visiting you shortly on my week break at the end of the month.

It's this time of the year again where they are hosting a Scout Ball, except this year, you have to pick a dancing partner. The boy I like, hasn't asked anyone yet, so I'm hoping he will ask me before the night.

I love you both endlessly, and miss you very much.

Lots of Love, (Y/N) xxx

I look over my writing and shrug off the stupidity of it. I seal it in an envelope and quickly rush down to the front office so it can be posted. I rush because I don't want any of my friends to see me, as they aren't as lucky as me to have parents and I don't want to feel guilty for it.

I slip my envelope into a box at the front office, and am caught by none other than Eren Jaeger himself.

My heart sinks and my pupils dilate at his sight.

"Good evening, (Y/N)." He smiles politely.

"Hi...E...Eren," I stutter nervously.

"What are you doing?" He questions, his teal eyes looking deep into mine.

"Just...just...posting a...a... letter," I mutter guiltily.

"Who to?"

"My...my... parents," I choke. I hate feeling so bad for having my parents alive.

"Oh, okay." He shakes the question off. "Bye," Eren walks off back to his room.

After dinner I wander outside, for some fresh air before I go to sleep. Jean is probably asking Mikasa out at this very moment, I think. I saw him going up to his room to probably freshen up before coming back down to the food hall to ask her. He showed me what exactly he was going to ask her on paper, and it was very poetic and deep to his heart.

I take the short route to the pond, where I bump into a few other Scout members going for an evening walk. Just as I'm about the reach the pond, I hear a familiar voice and freeze in my tracks.

At the pond's edge stands Eren, his chestnut hair messily brushed back and Mikasa, her crimson scarf attached to her neck. The sun sits at the horizon, leaving a glow on their cheeks.

"What did you want, Eren? I need to go speak to Jean," Mikasa slowly speaks.

"That horse face can wait," He chuckles lightly. "Mikasa, there is something I needed to ask you,"

"No," I quietly choke, fat, salty, tears forming in my eyes.