vinnestria

It was dusk. The three of us raced to the tree on the hill. Eren ran off, saying that it was a race. Mikasa purposely ran behind Eren. Naturally, I was last, but the wind that day was warm. Just running felt wonderful. The leaves danced in the wind. in that moment, for some reason, a thought crossed my mind. Maybe I was born for this moment, for the three of us to race to the tree.

On rainy days, when I was inside reading a book, when a squirrel ate the nuts that I gave it, when we would walk together through the market, the same thought came to me. Those completely unremarkable moments were important to me.