Where the Future Begins

Where the Future Begins

A Love Rewritten in Peace

(A Poem by Nomi)

The war is over. The walls are gone.

The titans sleep, their purpose done.

No more the cries, the iron rain,

No more the blood, the endless pain.

Where once stood fear in every stone,

Now rises fields they call their own.

The blades are sheathed, the guns grown cold—

What now remains is love, untold.

I. A Classroom in Spring

The bell rings soft through halls of wood,

Where dreams once died, now lessons stood.

A book in hand, a world unknown,

And Mikasa reads, her voice alone.

Beside her, Eren, far from war,

Still wears its shadows like a scar.

Yet when she speaks of peace, of kings,

He dares to hope in gentler things.

The teacher writes upon the board,

Of nations built, of bridges stored.

And Eren thinks—not of revenge—

But how the past can find its end.

II. The Library of Quiet Words

They sit beneath the reading light,

As day retreats to softer night.

A tale of love in ancient times—

A scholar’s peace, a soldier’s crimes.

Mikasa turns the fragile page,

The candle warms her thoughtful gaze.

She does not speak, yet in her eyes

He sees a world that never dies.

He whispers low, “You always knew

The war would end—but what comes through?”

She places down the worn-out scroll:

“A garden grows where hearts stay whole.”

III. Letters to Tomorrow

Each week, they write—on paper thin—

Essays on truth, and where to begin.

Eren pens words he’s never said,

Of dreams once buried with the dead.

“I thought the world was only pain,

A cycle spun in fire and chain.

But now I see, beyond the fight,

The quiet dawn, the softest light.”

And Mikasa, too, begins to share

The parts of her she used to spare.

In metaphors and careful lines,

She shows him peace in little signs.

IV. Learning to Love

Not in the clash of blades they meet,

But where two hands, in silence, greet.

When she corrects his grammar flaws,

He grins, and fakes a thoughtful pause.

He stumbles through philosophy,

She guides him with calm clarity.

And in her words, he finds a way

To speak the things he could not say.

Not “I love you” with breathless dread,

But “Will you walk with me instead?”

Not passion born of desperate cries,

But comfort found in shared goodbyes.

V. The Tree on the Hill

They visit often, when class is through,

The ancient tree where blossoms grew.

Beneath its shade, they lie and speak

Of what they’ve lost, and what they seek.

Birdsong floats through open air,

A world unchained, both bright and fair.

Eren lays down his battle cries,

And learns to look through softer skies.

Mikasa rests her head in peace,

Her heart no longer kept on lease.

They don’t pretend the past was kind,

But leave behind what war confined.

VI. A Future Named Together

In time, the final term arrives,

With speeches, hopes, and quiet drives.

Eren, now calm, stands by the gate,

A diploma in hand, a lighter weight.

Mikasa waits, a smile in bloom—

Her scarf retired in her room.

Not forgotten, but no longer pain—

A thread of love, not chain again.

They walk the path not carved by fate,

But chosen steps through an open gate.

No monsters left, no walls to climb—

Just time to build, and time to rhyme.

VII. Final Verse

So here they are, no throne, no sword,

Just books and love, and shared accord.

Two souls who found, beyond the end,

That peace begins when hearts unbend.

And in this place, where war once burned,

A classroom stands, and lives have turned.

The future blooms in whispered grace—

In every touch, in every face.

Eren, no longer chasing fire,

Holds Mikasa with calm desire.

They speak not of what could have been,

But live the life they’ve fought to win.

So write their tale, not in despair,

But in the springtime’s warming air.

Where scars still live, but do not reign—

And love walks freely through the rain.