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They were broken.
It was painful to remember the past bitterly, to hate the present, and to mourn for the future they would not have.
He hated it, because he loved her insanely, he would die for her, she was his everything, his world, the compass that guided his path. Eren loved every nuance of her lost colors and every gentle note in her voice, she was a maze he would always venture into. Without her, he couldn't breath.
And what would become of a wounded and lost soul, without its redeemer to purify it?
She hated it, but could not tell what hurt more, she couldn't find herself, couldn't fit into the mess they became, however she couldn't stop loving him either. She used to think that the worst feeling was when you lose someone, she found out though, that losing yourself was just as bad. Mikasa loved Eren, every violent storm of his chaos, every far-fetched trait of his endearing personality.
And what would a sailor be without the waves that carried the ship?
Love alone is not enough to sustain a relationship.
From then on, their paths separate; and each step carried away the tepid memories of kisses, love songs, undone bonds, magic nights and broken hearts.
And what would become of two lovers who were meant to complete each other, when they no longer fit together?