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Chapter eleven

Have some funny texts before the sad part.

**Bertholdt's POV***

I step out of the corner.

Walking slowly into the infirmary, I stop suddenly at the door step. Grabbing the knob, I twist it open. I almost get inside until Mr. Smith, one of the people in charge of the university sees me. Fuck. Letting go of the handle, I run back the other way, going back to my dorm room. Shit. What if he saw me? I feel a cold sweat trail down the side of my face. Another one. And another one. I finally see my room and run inside, slamming the door behind me. Right now, I am a panting mess, with more body fluid on the hem of my shirt than 10 body builders make in an hour.

Yes, I sweat a lot.

But I have to get back to Armin. But I saw Mr. Smith. And I'm still worn out. But I have to get to Armin. I take in some air. God damn. I have to get to Armin. I have to get to Armin. I have to get to Armin. "Well, at least get a fucking shirt, Bertholdt."

I have been swearing lately have I? Ha, the responsibilities of growing up and having a dorm room with no parents on the other side. No parent supervision, no restrictions on movies, no voice in your head telling you not to do that. Because that voice is to busy taking a shot of vodka. College is just drinking, porn, and barely education. Learning shit you only know so you can study for it and get a job. That's about it, well for me that it. I know some people, like Mina in the woman's dorm saying that my definition of growing up here is for the real world. Yeah fucking right.

Getting a black shirt from the closet me and Armin share and literally tossing it on top of me, I go back to the door, and getting my also black jacket from the coat rack. I slip on me, and get comfy in it. I'm going to need it. I'm going to need it. Creaking my door open just a little, I look out into the twilight. No Mr. Smith. Great. Stepping out, warm in my clothing, I look around again. Still no Mr. Smith. But I think I can stay in my dorm just a little longer. It's warm.

But I was outside shirtless for about an hour. Wasting time.

You know what?

I turn to the direction back to where the infirmary is.

**Armin's POV***

What the fuck did I do so bad that somehow led to this? I only talked to a really pretty high school girl, and I found out she suffers through such a alcoholic father, and her mother is where ever mothers that abandon children are in the world, and I'm running in the midst of all of it. But, I can't say that I don't want to be in it. Other than being intrigued, I want to help Annie with how she is living her life, at home and at school.

Annie is different from other girls. She can hide even the worst of things with just a smile, and a blink of her eyelids would make all of anyone's problems just blow away. To her, pushing her feeling deep down is normal, and acting like nothing happened is pat of her daily life. She had known at a young age what life is going to do to her, and she is learned to accept that most people are going to be shitty to her. Annie's only people she can count on, her parents, aren't doing anything. Annie's world in crumbling around her, making her drown in her own depression and leave her alone in the rubble like part of the accident. But I want to pull this innocent girl out of all of destruction.

Because Annie didn't learn all she learned with her parents. She learned by herself. But there was one thing she has forgot to teach herself. That there is one person in this world that can truly care for her more than the entire world. And I know who it is, and it's me. And guess what I will teach her this time?

I'll teach her to love.

I'm going to save Annie.

I can remember correctly, Eren said that Annie was going to the cafe. I look at the mid way rising sun, toward my destination. I just have to make a quick run.