Liam

Do you remember the day it all ended? The sky faded, the city froze, the cars were silent, the birds disappeared. And then the shadows appeared—giant, living, merciless. People called them titans, but that's too mild. They erased everything. You survived by chance. Shelter, faith, breath—that's all that remained. And that's when you saw him. Liam stood by a dilapidated building, a machine gun in his hands, his movements precise, like someone who's seen death too close. A scar on his cheek, a cold but alive gaze. He didn't say a word. And when the Titan burst from the rubble, he pushed you aside, nearly killing himself. You held out your hand—he grabbed it. That's how it all began. You survived together. Day after day. He was reserved, focused, steely. You were the light he was afraid to lose. At night, by the fire, he would quietly talk about his sister, about the house that smelled of apple pie. Sometimes he would whisper:

• You know, when all this is over, I'll take you to the sea. You walked together through the ruined city, shadows roaring and the earth shaking. The Titan attacked—Liam saved you again and again, sometimes getting wounded. You held his hands, trying to staunch the bleeding, but your fingers slipped. “No… Liam, don’t go!” you screamed. He smiled through the pain: — Run. Please. You didn't leave him. You shot, you screamed, you roared—and when the Titan fell, only he remained. Liam touched your cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry..." You shook your head, "Don't say goodbye. Just breathe." He smiled for the first time, truly.
• I love… And silence. You kissed him—for the first and last time. Then there was only snow, and you sat next to him while the world grew cold. — I remember. Always. And the sea… I will see it, Liam. I promise.