Authors Note: This chapter mentions suicide. So, if this has emotional toll on you, Im advising you not to read it. Thanks :)

Eren was falling. He had been doing so for some time now. He had fallen for Jean, who had fallen for Marco. Eren was no longer afraid to die. It was almost his wish. It was.

He jumped off the edge of the wall without his gear. The wall was 50 meters high so he had some time to think before he hit the rock ground. Ouch.

He was dazed and confused about the whole, Marco-not-being-dead thing. He still couldn't believe that Marco was a shifter. A shifter!

He thought it was only himself and Annie who had this power. Wait a minute, he was a shifter. Eren was a shifter.

Eren snapped out from his haze.
What if his impact didn't kill him?
That was something he had no control over, and he accepted it. Yet he couldn't return to his peaceful state.

A shrill cry went up from the wall. Eren glanced up. It was Jean.
"EREN NO!!!!"

Eren couldn't stop. He was now fully aware that he was nearly at the end. Less than 10 meters to go. He frantically grabbed at nothing.
It... it's too late. I'm so...so...sorry.
Eren closed his eyes and let himself fall. Everything was in slow motion.
9...8...7..6...5.

That was it.

Two arms caught his back. He was shifted right so hard, it almost hurt his neck. They, him and whoever, were moving so fast, that Eren could not put his head up to see what was in front of him. He let himself be carried back to safety. He was at peace as he was flying. Suddenly, he burst out crying, almost screaming. He couldn't control himself. He clenched the fabric of the mystery rescuer's cape. He held tighter and tighter.

Eventually, they landed gently. Instead of turning around to see who it was, Eren laid with his face to the ground. Why was he crying so much? He couldn't look up. Part of him didn't want to. Maybe it was best if he didn't know. Besides, that would only make it awkward every other time they met. He couldn't do that.

A hand was on his back. He didn't dare look up. The hand grew more firm and demanding, yet gentle, as they moved to his waist. He wanted to resist the urge to turn, but he physically couldn't do it. He let his waist turn towards them. His debtor was persistent in his act to face Eren. He gave in.

It was Levi.

Levi was staring at him and smiling with his eyes. He said nothing, for his expression said it all.

Jean stood at the wall's edge as Marco landed next to him. They stood so close together that they could feel each other breathing. Slowly and without looking, Jean moved his finger against Marco's. Marco blushed a little and weaved his fingers into Jean's. Jean blushed as they finally were hand in hand with no plans of letting go anytime soon.

"So..." Jean said in a desperate attempt to break the silence.

"Sorry." Marco looked down at his feet.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm just glad you're back." Glad must have been the understatement of the century. Jean turned to face Marco.

Marco faced Jean and swallowed the lump in his throat. He covered his face and began to sob. "I'm so sor-"
Jean hugged Marco so tightly and so suddenly, Marco choked.

"Oh, um, sorry." Jean turned a bright red and lightened up yet didn't let go. Marco suddenly put his finger under Jean's chin and kissed him. They stayed there for what seemed like hours.

Eren, was watching the whole thing out of the corner of his eye. As Levi turned to leave, Eren lunged forward and hugged Levi's waist. Levi was shocked and confused. "W-what the hell?" Eren began to cry. Levi understood. He didn't know what to do. All he could do was hold Eren's head.

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