warnings: aot spoiler if you squint, angst, implying death
Pairing: Marco x reader
Word count: idk ☠️
A/N: I’m sorry ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
The smell of petrichor hung in the air, creeping its way into every corner of your being. The rising sun casts a rosy hue across the morning sky. Your gaze falls upon his tree while a steaming cup of coffee rests in your palm.
Carved on the side of the tree is his name. You run your fingers along the indentation, the rough wood scraping your gentle fingers. A memory of his promise to bring you to this tree caresses your mind.
Just as your eye sheds a tear, the skies open up. Each rain drop makes it’s way down fast, covering everything in it’s embrace. Grief and sorrow soon follow, swallowing you whole. The entirety of the situation grasps you like a tight fist.
Your body slowly starts to crumble under the weight of everything. Coffee cup long forgotten on the earth.
“You promised. Marco, you promised.”