❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦. ❞
they're not very fond of each other, but when they're living in a world with the human death toll rising everyday, they'll do whatever it takes to survive- even if that me...
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🎵afraid - the neighbourhood
*three weeks later*
a loud, echoing "FUCK!" is heard from the room down the hall, along with a crash right after. sasha flinches, even though she should be used to it by now. this has been going on for 15 minutes.
she sits on her bed, legs crossed, ears pressing against her ears, and tears brimming her eyes. no matter how hard she tries to block out the noise, it's still loud and present as it echos in her mind. she hates seeing or hearing someone upset, and she can't bare what jean's doing in his room. his reaction was totally understandable, but the reasoning behind it was tragic.
sasha looks up to see connie trotting after reiner, who's running toward jean's room. connie stops in the view of sasha's doorway. he figured it was no use stopping reiner from trying to calm jean down, so he freezes. when he hears a weak sob from her room, he whips his head toward the sound and immediately runs over to her bed.
he sits down next to sasha and wraps an arm around her. "it's okay." his hand rubs up and down her arm to try to calm her down. "it's okay." he repeats, leaning his head against hers.
sasha uncovers her ears to move them to her teary eyes. "no it's not." she cries. "i couldn't save him."
his head suddenly sits up. the arm that rubbed sasha's arm stopped abruptly. the action makes her look up at him curiously.
the shouting from down the hall also came to a stop. reiner's voice could no longer be heard, his words disappearing from thin air. a loud thud from an object hitting the ground sounds right after. the noise echoed throughout the second floor, sending shivers up sasha's spine.
her body begins to shake. "what was that?" she asks quietly.
connie shakes his head, keeping his eyesight at the door. "it's your fault." he deadpans.
sasha's taken back. "wh- wait, what?" she stutters, shaking herself from his arms.
"marco's dead because you couldn't save him." he looks at her. the hatred fueling his eyes as they stare right into sasha's fearful ones turned her blood cold.
her breath gets caught in her throat. "i... i didn't mean to..."
heavy footsteps marching down the hallway toward sasha's room makes the pair look at the doorway. in a matter of seconds, jean appears with his fists clenched. blood covers his shirt, along with his enraged face.
sasha opens her mouth to speak as jean walks up to her, but not a sound was made. she tries to scream and hold onto to connie, but she couldn't move nor speak. she could feel her heart pounding as jean grabs her arm tightly. a knife is met at her throat. strangely, she couldn't feel the sharp metal against her skin, but the pressure intensified the lump in her throat.
