Emily's Point Of View
When I open my eyes, the sun has risen and it's bright rays and warmth enveloping the entire room. It's morning already.
It feels surreal how I managed to sleep despite what happened yesterday. Even Esme couldn't believe how peaceful we managed to rest last night; it felt like magic. No, it was the Eren effect.
My heart rate is steady, and I feel calm—much calmer than before. I didn't have any bad dreams, which is quite a relief considering how traumatized I was after the attack.
The bed beside me feels cold, and I sit up.
Eren is gone.
I get up from the bed and totter outside the room. While I'm walking down the hallway, I find Eren entering the foyer.
He turns to me. And the scene in front of me seems so familiar, as I've imagined it before in my mind. Like a
