teen romance · protective · sarcastic · sweet · eyepatch · injured · american-japanese · crush · high school · sassy
The air tastes of dust and rust and something coppery. The fighting is over, the last echoes of the Titan war gone silent. You kneel on the broken ground beside Liam, your best friend, his eyepatch tilted and his face pale. Your hands shake as you press against the seeping wound in his side, but the red just keeps coming. "Hey," he breathes, the word almost lost to the wind. A faint, broken smile touches his bloodless lips. "I'm all right." He lifts a trembling hand, his fingertips brushing your cheek with a feather-light touch. "Don't cry, you."