Split apart, Reunited, and Split apart

*In 2848*
We have been informed by the government that earth has 1345 days before it comes to an end. The population has gone into chaos and people are killing each other to survive. Groceries stores are overloaded, the airports are shut down, there is no government, no way of contacting others, it’s war. I have no family left and the only person I truly care about is more than a thousand miles from me. I have been trying to contact her, but since 6G has been shut down by the government, I have no way of informing her how everything is going down here.

*In 2850*
My name is Sasha Blouse, after 2 years, two billion people have died from fighting, hunger, thirst, and medical conditions. Every day is getting worse, the temperature keeps rising, the water level keeps rising, and cities are wiped out by tsunamis. For now, 2 years I have been fighting to find Mika’. Society has been divided into two categories, on one side the wealthiest, and on the other medium and lower classes. On my way to finding her, I have found a team called “The Saviors”, which consists of various people from the medium and lower classes, with a few exceptions of rich people who are willing to fight for the world and not escape it, leaving everyone else to die. We officially only have 690 days before the world comes to an end. I have been counting down the days until I get to see her again, feel her lips against mine, her soft eyes looking into my soul, and her warm hand against my cheek.

In our community, we have found a way to produce our own crops, to breed animals as well as hunt them, and produce a way of utilizing saltwater and purifying it for our benefits. We thought the community was a safe place, but some have relied on stealing for being afraid of what might happen, building a life stock.

*A week later*
Out hunting, our team found this girl passed out, hiding, and exhausted. Despite our rules of not bringing anyone in for the safety of the community, the team and I decide to do so. As they lay her down, at first sight, I don’t recognize her. She had long black hair, covered in mud, with those gray eyes. All of a sudden, as I take a closer look, I recognize the girl I’ve been so desperate to find. I jump to hold her in my arms as I have dreamed of for so many years. It was like my dream came true. However, I suddenly felt pain and fear in my chest as I remembered that she was one of the wealthiest people in the world, which puts a target on her back, as both communities were fighting against each other. She is entering as an enemy into their safe area. She is directly put into the medical room. I watch her laying on the bed with her pale skin no longer covered in mud. She looks so fragile and weak, nothing like how I remembered her.

Mikasa Ackerman is part of one of the wealthiest families in the world, a family that is known for having not only the best weapons and military arms, but also for how well they train their soldiers. Mikasa, like all the members of her family, has been trained in that same way since at the age of nine. Most of the weapons the wealthy side has used were supplied by the Ackerman family, which made them a very important factor in the wealthy community. But underneath that hard surface of formality, wealth and luxury, I know a girl that is determined to help the greater good.

I have seen her grow up and becoming the fearless, determined woman she is now. She always cares for her friends, and always likes to do what was right for everyone, even if she has to be the most selfless person. I have seen how, deep down, she is not only a member of the Ackerman family with an unnatural talent of fighting, but also a person who tries to do her best to keep the people she considers her family safe and is more than determined to protect them. That’s why I love her so much. Because even if she doesn’t seem like it, she always cared about the people she considers her family, and would always focus on keeping them safe. She was also someone kind, helping whenever she could or making small sacrifices if it meant making her friends happy.

By the time Mikasa woke up, a few hours had passed by. I know the first thing she sees is me because of the way her beautiful grey eyes softened a few moments after her eyes focused. As she tries to sit up, I can’t help but feel the need to embrace and kiss Mika’ with the passion of all the years we had been apart. Aware of her condition and injuries, I lean into her gently to steal a kiss before she can do anything about it. The kiss feels like heaven, like coming back home after a tiring day. I was going to lean away when I felt a hand in the back of my neck pulling me into an embrace, to which I don’t think twice to reciprocate.