"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓"
Some people wish they could ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ parts of their life. Johanna wishes she could ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ.
ᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴇ 6 , she woke up under a bridge in Trost with no memory, not a single recollection of who...
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I SIT ON A LARGE CRATE, a jug of water in my hands. No matter how much I drink my throat remains parched. How long was it since the cannon fire? Hours or minutes? How much time have I spent staring at the floor, stuck in a limbo of madness?
"You're shaking like a leaf."
I unglue my gaze from the floor to see Reiner standing next to me, arms folded and head tilted sympathetically.
I try to smile. I really do. Perhaps in my mind, I pictured myself smiling back politely like any normal person, but nothing about me felt normal at the moment. In reality, I only give him an aloof nod of acknowledgement.
"Hey, everything's going to be okay." He sits down besides me. "Once this is over, it'll be like old times again. Just you, me, Bertholdt, and Annie. A life together in the MPs is waiting for us."
"Thanks, Reiner." I say. The corners of my lips barely lift.
He frowns. "But?"
I let out a sigh, defeated. There he goes again. Reiner always, since I first met him, had this annoying habit of reading me. It's been three years and I still can't decipher whether its a good thing or not.
"Reiner, I don't know if..." I hesitate.
"If what?"
The battle isn't over yet. Only a fool would think that. There's definitely going to be more bloodshed. I don't know how I know, but I trust my intuition nonetheless. The future is so uncertain. Will I survive to see tomorrow? Or will I die at the hands of a titan? Say I actually make it out alive... what next? My dreams of joining the Military Police and living the comfortable life I've always wanted now feel so meaningless. It was the main goal that kept me persevering through three years of training, and now it doesn't mean shit. This battle... all the horrors that I've witnessed in a span of hours have reduced that goal to zilch. How... can I possibly choose the Military Police after all that I've experienced? I'd be turning my back on those who died. No, I've seen too much. I've seen humanity for what it really is: caged animals. All my life I was dormant. Ignorant. But now my eyes are open.
