[ Using both hands, Ophilia picks up her present and feels for where the wrapping paper starts. Getting rid of it all is no small task—especially not with how much tape he’s used—but with enough patience and determination, she’s able to take it off and keep it in one whole (if a bit crumpled) piece. The lid comes off next, and once Eren’s taken care of the packaging keeping it safe, she scoops up what’s beneath.
One look at the couple in the glass—girls, she knows, even with their hoods drawn over their heads—is all it takes. They, the hill they’re looking over, and the cathedral not too far off from them are all too familiar. Her eyes fly wide. The realization blindsides her completely, leaving her winded like a blow full to the gut.
It’s her. It’s Lianna. It’s home. ]
Eren, I—
[ Ophilia’s voice breaks under the weight of the memory. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or to throw her arms around him and cry. She decides to do neither, hanging her head instead. ]
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One look at the couple in the glass—girls, she knows, even with their hoods drawn over their heads—is all it takes. They, the hill they’re looking over, and the cathedral not too far off from them are all too familiar. Her eyes fly wide. The realization blindsides her completely, leaving her winded like a blow full to the gut.
It’s her. It’s Lianna. It’s home. ]
Eren, I—
[ Ophilia’s voice breaks under the weight of the memory. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or to throw her arms around him and cry. She decides to do neither, hanging her head instead. ]
… It’s too much. I couldn’t possibly accept this.