**Chapter 2: Trapped in Darkness**

The darkness enveloped me like a shroud, suffocating me with its oppressive weight. I was trapped, unable to move or escape, my mind imprisoned in a prison of my own making. The coma had become my reality, a never-ending expanse of nothingness that seemed to stretch on forever. I was aware of Hange's presence, his eyes fixed on me with a deep and abiding love, but I couldn't respond. I couldn't even open my eyes. Time lost all meaning as I drifted through the void. I was a leaf on a river, carried along by the currents of fate, unable to control my own destiny. The world outside receded, and all that was left was the sterile, antiseptic smell of the infirmary and the soft beeps of the machines that kept me alive. Hange's voice was a distant memory, a whispered promise that he would never leave me. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I began to wonder if he would ever give up on me. Would he ever move on, finding someone else to love and care for? The thought sent a pang of despair through me, and I felt myself slipping further into the darkness. The machines that kept me alive beeped and whirred, a constant reminder of my fragility. I was a fragile, delicate thing, a puppet on strings, dependent on the whims of fate and the skill of the medical team. The ventilator breathed for me, its rhythmic whoosh a steady heartbeat that seemed to mock me with its artificiality. In the darkness, I began to experience strange and vivid dreams. I saw myself walking through a field of wildflowers, the sun shining brightly overhead. I felt the warmth on my skin, the gentle breeze rustling my hair. But as I reached out to touch the flowers, they turned to dust, crumbling into nothingness. I was left standing alone, feeling lost and abandoned. The dreams were a jumbled mix of memories and fears, a kaleidoscope of emotions that swirled through me like a maelstrom. I relived the moment of the titan's attack, the pain and terror etched on my face like a grimace. I saw Hange's face, etched with worry and despair, and I felt a pang of regret for not being able to protect him. As the days turned into weeks, I began to feel a sense of disconnection from the world. I was no longer a part of it, no longer a participant in the grand dance of life. I was a spectator, a ghost hovering on the periphery, watching as the world moved on without me. And yet, despite the darkness, despite the despair, I held on to hope. Hope that I would one day awaken, that I would one day be free from this prison of my own making. Hope that Hange would still be there, waiting for me, loving me. The machines beeped and whirred, a steady heartbeat that seemed to pulse with my own. I was alive, barely. But as I drifted through the darkness, I knew that I was not yet gone. Not yet.