recollision ~ ymir x historia

2: freckled faces

i broke all my bones the day i found you crying at the lake

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sasha told me many things. she talked about the war, the rumbling and how everything was falling apart. she apologized for letting me get here so late, my outburst and breakdown had cost me a few months to travel over to the afterlife.

me and sasha were chatting about the future as another familiar face approached us from behind. the crunch of footsteps on the field beneath us alerted sasha to turn around. her keen hunter's instinct in her blood. a boy with kind eyes, freckles, and wavy black hair framing his face appeared.

the air was cold, but not enough to freeze. as we spoke in unison me and marco exchanged puffs or air from our mouths. the air had slowly cooled and i came to the realization my thin short sleeved shirt was no match for the ever changing weather of this place.

the reunion was bittersweet. me and marco were never close, the same could be said for sasha. in a world where i cared about very few people, and acknowledged even less, they were background characters to me. but nevertheless me and marco were together for a short time during scout training. he was a kind boy, too kind almost, it was his fatal flaw. i never held any grudges against him and when he passed i was pretty sad. i remember the day after we found out. i passed the male dorms and saw jean laying in his bed, trying to hide his tears. poor kid.

marco tilted his head like a happy go lucky puppy and his contagious smile ran across his face. " never thought i would see you here ymir " he exclaimed with a chuckle, tilting his head back to face the sky. " everyone missed you so much, jean was devastated. " i responded. when i said the boy's name marco's trademark smile faltered. " we can tell what happens below but it really means a lot that he still thinks of me ".

i ask marco how it works up here, how can we tell what's happening on paradis down below. could i see historia?

marco explained the process; he guided me to a opening in the ground resembling a calm lake. when you touched the lake and thought of a person a blurry, choppy, vision of them would appear. that explained the limited knowledge of what was happening below. the lake, as i called it was pitch black and resembled stained glass. quite reminiscent if i do say so myself.

as i reached my hand to touch the surface, the ground jolted, the ground shook like an earthquake and i felt leaves hit my back and the sound of footsteps afar. i saw sasha running up to me. " i suppose i forgot to explain what happens when someone arrives from below " she exclaimed with a laugh, a response to my startled face. we ran through the field for what seemed like a few blocks before approaching the opening where i had arrived not too long ago.

in the clearing many people gathered. two young kids, a girl with gray hair and a boy with black approached the gathering beside me. as sasha and i looked around the bumble of souls, i saw a few familiar faces. erwin and miche ran up to the new person with concern smeared on their faces. as we pushed our way through the crowd i saw a sight i would have never expected.