[ON HOLD and getting re-written] ~I'm not cold~ [Eren x Oc] •Attack on Titan• /fanfiction

One of them... {Chapter #7 • 2/2}

"He is Mira... He saved me. I watched as the titan bit off his arm and swallowed him whole..."

I shook my head, allowing my messy dark tresses to fling over my eyes.

No

I stood up briskly, leaving the poor Armin behind,

No

I grasped my blades tightly in my hands, my fingers gently scrapping my sweaty palms.

No

I flew off, heading straight for H.Q, killing near by titans with a straight face, flinching as their hot blood splattered on my skin,

No

I flew through one of the open windows, landing softly on the marble floor, heads turned to look at me, their eyes filled with fear.

No

I sat down in one of the solitary corners, away from the cowering cadets and MPs.

No...

It was only then that I started to take in what had happened, to come to terms with the truth as it hit me like a carriage as I stood stubbornly in the open lane.

I would never see his smile

Hear his laugh

Play with his tousled brown tresses

Smirk when he fought childishly with Mikasa

Eye him as he talked about the outside world with Armin

Look into his beautiful teal eyes;

His amazing passionate eyes...

It was like Tilina all over again...

That was when my walls broke,

I started to cry, punch my hands on the wall beside me, my knuckles bleeding with my useless effort to make the pain go away...

Everything I loved was taken away with the softest squeeze

It was like life was mocking me

Laughing at me

Using me as it's doll. It which once it gets bored off; throws it away.

Mum

Dad

Tilina

Now... The one person who made me forget, the once person who brightened me up everyday to stop me from going completely insane.

The one person whom I loved more then anyone else

Is dead.

Do I have a purpose? Do I need to live? What use is my life now? Should I keep trying? Why am I trying at all in the first place?

I knew it ever since the day Wall Maria; my home, fell.

When people find peace

It's always fake

An illusion

True peace doesn't exist.

I slumped to the ground, pools and pools of salty liquid spilled down my face.

If I try...

If I try to feel cold.

Get rid of all these torturing feelings.