What is this.

In my head.

In my head, in my brain.

It calls me. Should I follow?

Follow? To where? To her? Her, with the black hair?

With the black eyes?

With skill that surpasses us all? (Though it hurts to admit.)

She, who wears red so beautifully? Wrapped around her neck, like a treasure.

A treasure, is it? To cherish, so near and dear.

From who? From me? So it seems.

Red, like blood? Like love? Are they not one in the same? For on the day she acquired the red she holds so dear, she experienced both. Death and love. Loss and hope. Tears and smiles.

It continues to call.

Should I follow?

How long have I been oblivious? How long have I disregarded that treasured red? That bottomless black? That shining ebony?

She calls.

Should I follow?

I want to stretch out my hand. Can I reach? Can I reach her?

I cannot. She is too far for me to reach. But she beckons.

Should I follow?

So I gasp, climbing that rocky precipice called love. It scrapes. It stings.

I fall.

She waits at the top. The red sways in the wind. It calls.

Should I follow?

I climb again. But my weight is too great and I fall. My form is too heavy, and I cannot catch up.

Or perhaps I've left her behind?

Hasn't she always tried to keep up?

Why am I falling so fast? Why can she not fall with me?

She jumps. She is determined to catch up. She is determined to take the plunge with me.

But I am moving too quickly. My mind turns to darkness and my consciousness fades away until all that is left is a roaring beast.

And then I feel her. Her arms wrap around me and the fall ends. The treasured red envelops us both.

It is warm. Safe. My consciousness returns.

I did not follow.

She caught up.

So yeah! Not really sure what this was XD

But basically, it's about Eren and Mikasa. It's up to you to figure out the rest ;)