The fourth maiden of ymir

13

The girl who uses too much
Chlorine

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The water falls in a continuous stream of drops as it interfuses the trepidation of the boy with his appearance consists of light ash brown hair, on the day, the boy remembered with fear that he was subject to their dominance,

A single droplet draw his attention, distracting his position within view from his drawing, he immediately wiped the droplet with intense mood, such misfortune, the drawing was now damage irreparably,

"Shit!"

Jean recalled with the shame that the walls around him were a cage,

"How many times do i have to tell you?! It's lunch time!" his mom yelled

"Knock first you old hag!,What'd you bring that in here for?!"

"Even when i yell you, you refuse to comedown, so the omelet came up to tell you itself!"

"Just get out, you withered old witch!" With such disgrace manner, he shouted the specified sentence on top of his lungs, closing the door with the anger he felt, he tear the drawing into pieces with precipate speed,

the image of the girl scatters in fragments on the wooden floor, it was the girl who he used to consiciated with, in the unnamed mechanical establishment when he was younger,

A girl sacrificed everything to sustain the living of her family, specific young woman who used to take part time jobs such as laundries and anything,

It was the girl who uses too much chlorine,

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"Bloody hell! What happened to my shirt?!" 11 year-old jean shouted in mental rejection as her mom hushed down his maddened son, majority of the clothing that was returned to their home were stained with yellow pigments

His mother was about to explain the situation when he exited their home with such careless speed, not wanting to hear his mother's excuses, He then muttured some offensive words that made him recieve such scolds afterwards,

The brown haired youngster roamed around his hometown trost as he placid himself down, seemingly relaxed in a matter of minutes while striking the stones around with both of his hands in his pockets, he then wondered off his perspective until he found himself standing in front of a mechanic establishment,

"Y/n! Thanks for giving me a helping hand! Please return home safetly!"

The youngster was out of words, seeing such qualities of beauty for the first time ever, he then grabbed the opportunity to study her apperance,

A girl in his age, wearing a specified clothing with many black pigment of stains, but nevertheless her beauty still giving off sparks to the point that merchants and the people who happen to walk passed by stopped their tracks and contribute such glimpse on her aesthetics,

"Y/n is her name"

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Everyday, the male youngster would wait the girl in her daily doings infront of the specified establishment, not minding the time as it kept in motion, her daily schedule commits into his memory as he observe the young maiden from far away,