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IN WHICH ARAMINTA IS STUCK! *ೃ༄ ARMS TONITE ∕ CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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ARAMINTA'S MIND HADN'T HAD A SINGLE MOMENT of peace since the days following the expedition. The Female Titan was strongly believed to be their own Annie Leonhart, a conclusion that caused her to become physically nauseous. The sight of bodies rolling off carts and being squashed under fat Titan feet was still haunting her as well. But, the event that occupied her thoughts most of all was Eren Jaeger's confession.
Even now, as she sat within this little building with the rest of the Scouts that had come from the 104th class, his words were all she could think about. You're pretty. I love your laugh. I have feelings for you. She still hadn't seen him since that conversation, which worked in her favor since she still had no idea what to do next. The pressure to figure something out hung over her like a dark cloud, causing her breath to hitch in the back of her throat every time she was reminded of it's presence.
So, when Reiner appeared out of nowhere and sat down next to her, she hadn't even noticed, too lost in her own mind. As soon as she did notice his presence, however, she nearly fell off the bench she was seated on. Oh, God. Reiner. He was the last person on Earth she'd wanted to see right then. Not because he'd done anything necessarily wrong, but with Eren's little confession sitting in the back of her brain consuming all her thoughts, the second Reiner came into the picture her brain was threatening to explode, too many thoughts and feelings for her head to contain.
It all felt so stupid. They were sitting in the middle of nowhere while Eren, Armin, Mikasa and Jean helped take down the Female Titan, (which, by the way, she'd hadn't had time to process the fact that she was probably actually Annie), and the only thing she had done for the last twenty four hours think about was her love life, of all things. Did she really have time to be thinking about this? No, she had a mission. And also a tall, blond problem next to her whose eyes were burning holes into her head.
