I wake up in my bed, and look around my room. It's as if I never left. Was it just a dream? Were titans the bullies that teased me as a child, and Eren the one person that saved the day? I breath shakily...it couldn't have been a dream. The years of training...the Trost gate...Marco, Jean, Armin and Eren...

I turn to my left and see Eren's face, messy brown hair and an invisible do not disturb sign. I smile, and realise it wasn't a dream. I look out my bedroom window, and wave back at the sun that greets me good morning. I hear Eren turn around, and mumble under his breath.

"Good morning, (Y/N)," He snuggles under the duvet.

"Good morning, Eren," I turn to his sleepy face.

He moves his body closer to mine, and wraps his arms around my waist and embraces me into a hug. He then plants a kiss on my cheek, which is rather sloppy and warm.

"You missed," I grunt, rubbing my eyes awake.

"Hmm?" Eren hums with his eyes closed.

"My lips are here," I pull into a kiss, beginning the day perfectly.

After breakfast my dad has a chat to Eren while I sit the in living room with my mom.

"(Y/N)," My mom smiles. "Your father and I really like Eren..."

"That's good," I blush, happy they approve of my boyfriend.

"But," My mom says biting her bottom lip.

"But?" I echo. My father always told me, if someone uses but, they are about to conflict everything they have previously stated.

"When do you think you'd be getting married?"

"Mom!"

"I'm serious, (Y/N)."

"We've been going out for two weeks!" I remind her.

"Yes, but in your occupation and the times we live in, two weeks is like two years. You've known each other for years anyway..."

"Basically," I cut away from her question. "You're saying you're happy for me to marry Eren?" I ask her.

"Yes," She places a hand on my lap.

After a few days back home I revisited old teachers and family friends, all happy to see me alive and well. None of them were introduced to Eren, though due to the fear they might think he will turn into a titan and kill them on the spot. This irritated him the slightest, and when people did see us together he used Jean's identity.

"I look nothing like that Horse Face!" He had playfully argued to me.

"No, but you've both got that same angry scowl," I quoted Armin.

We walk up my favourite hill I used to run around on as a child, but back then I did it alone not having any friends. As we walk, Eren clutches my hand and I remember the photo I drew back a few weeks ago.

"Is this the hill that you drew in the photo?" Eren looks and sees the trees aligned where they were on the paper.

"Yes," I nod, choked up with joy.

"It's exactly the same," He smiles, sitting down under the shade of a large tree.

"Yes," I repeat, sitting down next to him.

He leans over and cups my cheek, pulling me into a warm kiss, and all the pain and fear I had deep down inside is finally gone. I am no longer cut deep.