(Eren's Narration)
The streets were silent. The fighting had ended, the enemies had retreated. The city was breathing, at least for tonight. But Elif… she was still on the side of her father's enemies.
My eyes searched for her. She should have been by my side, but she was walking a different path by her own choice. Anger, astonishment, and a touch of anxiety mixed within me. I had to stop her, but no longer by force; I had to act strategically, carefully.
"Tonight is over, but the war between us is not," I thought. My eyes were still on her, my hands still on guard.
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(Elif's Narration)
The war was over, but I was still on my own path. I had chosen the side of my father's enemies; it was a consequence of my anger and my desire for freedom. Eren was still by my side, still barking orders, still trying to control me, but I was no longer in a position to listen.
"I make my own decisions now," I thought. This choice was risky, dangerous, but it felt like freedom. Even Eren's anger and confused gaze couldn't make him back down.
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(Cityscape)
In the flickering light of the streetlights, the city was slowly returning to normal. People were returning home, shops were reopening, the night was falling silent. But Elif and Eren's world remained tense.
From the outside, everything seemed fine. But for them, every step, every glance was a test; the anger, hatred, and attention they felt for each other were still vivid.
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(Eren's Narration)
We walked in silence for a while. Words weren't necessary; the tension spoke in our eyes. I wanted to trust him, but his actions… created a tension that was both unnerving and inevitable.
"This war is over, but the reckoning between us will continue," I whispered to myself. I felt both a desire to protect and anger. Our survival might be guaranteed, but emotions were still at war.
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(Elif's Narration)
My heart was still beating rapidly, but there was no longer panic. The streets were quiet, the city was calm, but Eren's presence was still unnerving. My anger was still alive; I didn't want to trust him, but the strength that came from acting on my own choices was within me.
"Maybe now... everything is okay for a while," I thought. We had survived, the city had returned to normal, and the war was over. But the tension between Eren and me remained; hatred, anger, and caution had become the final words of the story.