Never fall in love with the Devils (Erwin Smith x Reader)
It has been a year since the end of The Rumbling and a few years since his death. You were in a small museum that contained the heroes of Paradis.
Walking around, you saw a portrait of him. The man you once and still loved.
Erwin Smith, 13th Commander of the Survey Corps.
He looks beautiful, you thought.
You walked closer to the painting to see its full glory. You never got to say goodbye and apologize to him. You were sent to Paradis long before the titan shifters were, making you a lot older than the kids.
"I'm a traitor and I do not regret anything."
You did in fact regret everything. You regretted saying those as your last words for him. You regretted not being able to say 'I love you' to him. You regretted that you weren't able to live in a cabin with him near the sea with your 2 children. You regretted turning your back against him.
The tears surfaced up to your eyes as you stared at him longer. You broke into a quiet sob and lowered your head, not being able to look at his painted eye any longer.
"I'm sorry, my love. Please forgive me." But you knew you could never be forgiven.
His cerulean eyes stared at you as if it was alive—as if it was thinking whether it should forgive you or not. The same eyes that once looked at you with love and adoration—the same eyes that held heartbreak when you told him you didn’t love him and that everything was for the purpose of Marley.
You lifted up your head to stare at his painted figure with your teary eyes.
Oh, how you wish you could turn back time.
You could’ve lived the life you wanted with the man you love. The man who promised you a life of marriage. The man who would’ve been a great father to your children.
You start thinking that maybe your fate would’ve been different if you just stayed consistent with that one promise to yourself—the one that you broke.
To never fall in love with the devils.
