The fourth maiden of Ymir [UNDER HEAVY REVISIONS/EDITING]

13

The girl who uses too much
Chlorine.

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The sweat of the boy falls in a continuous stream of drops as it interfuses with the his feelings of troubles. He has an appearance that consists of light ash brown hair, on the day. The boy remembered with fear that he was subject to their dominance.

A single droplet draw his attention, distracting his position within view from his drawing, he immediately wiped the droplet with intense mood. With such misfortune, the drawing was now damaged irreparably.

He was drawing something and apparently. It is now damaged.

"Shit!"

Jean recalled with the shame that the walls around him were a cage.

"How many times do i have to tell you?! It's lunch time!" his mom yelled.

"Knock first you old hag! What'd you bring that in here for?!"

"Even when I yell you, you refuse to comedown, so the omelet came up to tell you itself!"

"Just get out, you withered old witch!" With such disgrace manner, he shouted that specified sentence on top of his lungs, closing the door with the anger he felt, he teared the drawing into pieces with such speed.

The image of the girl scatters in fragments on the wooden floor, it was the girl who he used to be associated with.

He can still recall the unnamed mechanical establishment where he use to admire her when he was younger.

A girl that sacrificed everything to sustain the living of her family.

Specific young woman who used to take part time jobs such as laundries and anything.

It was the girl who uses too much chlorine.

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"Bloody hell! What happened to my shirt?!" 11 year-old jean shouted in such anger as her mom hushed down his maddened son. Majority of the clothing that was returned to their home was now stained with yellow pigments.

His mother was about to explain the situation when he exited their home in such careless speed. Not wanting to hear his mother's excuses, He then muttured some offensive words that made him recieve such scolds afterwards.

The brown haired youngster roamed around his hometown trost as he placid himself down, seemingly relaxed in a matter of minutes while striking the stones around with both of his hands in his pockets. He then wondered off his perspective until he found himself standing in front of a mechanic establishment.

"Y/n! Thanks for giving me a helping hand! Please return home safetly!"

The youngster was out of words, seeing such qualities of beauty for the first time ever, he then grabbed the opportunity to study her appearance.

A girl in his age, wearing a specified clothing with many black pigment of stains, but nevertheless her beauty was still giving off sparks, to the point that merchants and the people who happen to walk by stopped their tracks just to contribute such glimpse of her aesthetics.