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~Chapter Nineteen: A Last Hope~ Hours after the cannon 'incident', you hadn't yet had time to see or speak with any of your peers. Directly after departing that miserable, Sina-damned courtyard, General Pixis led you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin to the top the southernmost wall of Rose (much to the traumatized Woerman's disbelief and very vocal disapproval) to debrief you further. That and make some very interesting comments about the ideal scenario for him when it came to getting eaten alive by a titan, all while absent-mindedly fixing his authoritatively red sash. Being swallowed whole by a knock-out female would be okay, he declared to your s

~Chapter Eighteen: Together Or Not At All~ Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Each beat of his heart aligned with your own, bringing you life. Alive. He's alive. Oh, Goddesses, he's alive. You pressed your face even further into his chest, tightening your arms around his limp torso. You couldn't imagine ever letting him go. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. You felt that his shirt was wet where your face was pressed, and you wondered whether or not you were crying. You noted that you didn't care either way. A fog surrounded you and Eren, and everything outside the fog... was muted. Like a blanket had been thrown over it, dulling your sense of hearing. All

~Chapter Seventeen: Heartbeat~ The feral roars echoed throughout the atmosphere, sending chills down your aching spine. What in the name of Sina is that? you thought, not for the first time since you had launched off the roof with your comrades. The wind whipped your hair into your face, almost painfully, and you squinted against the gale as it blew all manner of debris - you weren't sure you wanted to know exactly which manner - into your eyes. As you soared deeper into the ever-darkening city towards your goal, you were comforted at last by the familiar whirring of the gear at your waist and thighs, twisting and pulling at all your limb

~Chapter Sixteen: Risen~ You weren't sure how much time had passed since your world ended. You and Armin had since moved on from the bell tower, him carrying you by the waist to avoid further injury to your leg. You hung limply in his arms as he wobbled through the air precariously, managing to operate his worn gear with only one hand. It was proving to be very difficult, as the combined weight of you and his gear was not easy for Armin to bear, even with years of physical training. Still, he hadn't spoken. You hadn't spoken. Neither of you needed to speak in order to understand the pain the other was feeling. You flew on in silence, both

~Chapter Fifteen: I'm Sorry~ What you weren't expecting was the silence. Screaming, explosions, anything else would have been expected, even acceptable. Fitting. But all there was was that awful, horrible, drawn-out silence that seemed to wrap itself around you like a blanket made of freezing water, never ending. You stood with your comrades, your family, mouths open and eyes wide. No one said anything. No one did anything. All you could do was stare at the spot that used to be Thomas before he fell, shrieking, down the titan's gullet. And then there was silence. The titan slowly picked itself up off the ground where it landed and turned,

~Chapter Fourteen: Children At War~ You froze. And then you felt the burst of air and the sickening feeling of the ground sliding beneath your feet until it was no longer there at all. You watched the edge of the wall slip away from you as you fell. Something small and hard ricocheted off your forehead. A broken stone. You remembered thinking how strange it was to see the sky from that angle, your feet above you, loose, wild hair obscuring your vision. There was a dull pain from your temple, but you hardly noticed it. It was almost surreal. The blue of the sky was stunning. It looked like the perfect weather for a picnic. What a silly ide

~Chapter Thirteen: The Calm Before The Storm~ You blinked. And blinked again. What? Your first thought was how close he was. You had been close to him before, sure, but never this close. His nose was pressed to your cheek right below your right eye, and you could make out each individual eyelash, even in the dull lighting of the early morning. His eyes were closed, shut tight. You noticed a rain drop fall from one of his eyelashes and then felt it slide down your cheek. Huh. Strange. One of his hands still cupped the back of your head, but one had dropped to your waist. You felt him tighten his hold there, and pull you closer, off the wa

~Chapter Twelve: Flight~ You can't run forever. "You." Your heart stopped. Him. It was him. It had been almost five years since you'd seen him. You could remember that day as clearly as if it were yesterday. That was the day that changed everything. It was a hot day in the Undercity. You were just about to steal dinner for you and Amelia when her voice rang out across the market. "[Name], he saw you! Run, run!" You turned and fled, but the officer she had been alerted to was close in pursuit. While you were trying to squeeze through an alley and escape from him, he caught the satchel of supplies strapped to your back. You were capture

~Chapter Ten: Stars~ [Songstamp: 'This Place Is A Shelter'] Stars. Promise me... you'll see the stars... You couldn't remember the last time you had actually taken a moment to appreciate the stars. Amelia's voice rung eerily in your mind, a broken record, a reminder of times and memories that hadn't been awakened in what seemed like years. You could see her as clearly as if she had died yesterday. Her tiny frame and slender face, usually graced with one of her signature grins. Her long hair, so much like yours, matted with dirt and grime from the dank alleys and passageways of the Undercity where you grew up. Her brilliant, distinctive