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you choked on each breath as you ran through the forest, lungs burning, the dark mist of the night lingered around you with the help of stars guiding you through the murky trees
thoughts of losing your journal raced through your mind.
you're afraid that you'll forget everything about Eren
you stop in your tracks when your dirty converse is made with the creek~ of the deck
overlooking the dark waters and the moonlight directly shining on you, a high pitched voice came from behind you
"Took ya long enough" You turn to see Christa, taunting you with the sway of your journal in her grip
"Christa, please...just give me the journal"
"What fun would that be? oh come on, it's just a fairy tale" she teased whilst flipping through the pages
"what do you want?"
"stay the hell away from Porco, you fucking slut" she hissed
"I'll stay away from Porco...just please" your desperate at this point, your lungs trying to catch up with you
"Huh, that was too easy, no fun" she pouted,
"Can I have to book please?" you started to walk towards her, a slight smirk found her lips to see you so desperate
"Hmmm...no, I don't think so" she tossed the book into the lake, you watch in horror as the book was smothered with the musky waters
"C-Christa...w-why" you asked in complete shock, eyes still on the waters with your knees buried into the dirt
she grabbed you by your hair making you look into her piercing blue eyes
"dunno just wanted to hurt you" your heartache at the loss, hearing that it was so simple for her to ruin your life with one swing didn't help
"b-but I said I'd stay away-"
"ugh, would you quit your whining? I'm starting to get a migraine because of your yapping" she groaned as she pushed back her hair. amused at the show you just put on for her, she got what she wanted.
"Welp see you in class, sleeping beauty" she mocked, you know the princess names aren't going anywhere, you almost expected her to start calling you names because of your "fairytale"
your muddy shoes dragged dirt in the house as you walked to your room
taking a silent shower, the pressure of the hot water spitting at you was louder than your thoughts as you just sat there. alone.
