You're My Midnight Moon

Time Heals all Wounds

You get a letter from Armin inviting you to the festival! "To reconnect with an old friend" since then you have been avoiding him. But even so you go, with some encouragement from Sasha. Will you reconnect with Armin? does time really heal all wounds?

You starred down at the note. It had been brought here the other day and had it done nothing but haunt you ever since it arrived. It was an invitation to the festival that was taking place in two months. Each district had one in each of the walls, and anyone was free to go between them. It would take a while to prepare, and all of humanity was helping. But this invitation was from Armin. More of a letter than a formal invitation, but he wanted you to go to the festival with him.

To reconnect, my old friend.

Old friend

Suppose that was less awkward than an old lover. But even then, you and Armin had not even been lovers then. Both not having time and being too shy to go that far in your relationship.
Still, this was an opportunity to make amends for your past, for abandoning him. So you wrote back.

Dear, old friend...
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Even though you lived in the same district as Armin, you had managed to barely see in the months leading up to the festival. You didn't exactly do this on purpose; it seemed that your mind was attempting to protect yourself. When you would see him in the market, a bar, just out in the town, you conveniently remembered what you had to do at home, go somewhere else. You ignored it when you felt his gaze on you. You never engaged with him. You felt like a mole, hiding from the sun itself.
Sasha had come one day, filled with questions. She spared no time opening you up, though if anyone could, it would be her. You cried together for your fallen comrades, for the awful memories, and your once lost connection. Your connection was quickly rekindled after that day. Her kind, but at times brash words had given you the confidence to have this closure with all of your old friends, most of all Armin, of course.

This brings us to the festival.

The town square in-wall Cana was alive with all spurts of sights and sounds. Hoards of drunk soldiers and civilians alike sung their new bar songs, written about humanity's victory.

"On the ground were their heads
As our mighty scouts caught them dead
Swinging their swords
they cut those bastards down
Some say there were no blades
just Levi's frown
Our powerful scouts they slew the beasts
So now we feast!
For the Titans are gone
And humanity has WON!"

The thick smell of well-missed meat filled the whole district. Families had opened their doors with warm, home-cooked meals inside. Food stalls were set up with no charge. It truly felt as if humanity was at peace.
In the midst of a group of soldiers in particular, more jovial than most, some say they saw hell more than Levi himself.

"SASHA, SLOW THE HELL DOWN!" Connie smacked the back of her neck, effectively shooting the piece of meat she was choking on out of her throat.

"Ah!" Jean leaped out of the way of the projectile meat "you didn't even chew it, you monster!"

Sasha looked like she was about to cry as Mikasa held on to her, keeping her from picking up the steak from the ground. "I couldn't help it; I haven't had a cow in so long."

"So savor it, you idiot." Eren rolled his eyes, Armin chuckled.

You were a few steps away from the group; your slow body separated you from the happy group. You didn't want to rain on their parade. Though, you honestly wanted to join it. You had made up as much as you could with all of them...except Armin. Sasha was the only one who took it well enough. The rest of the group said they would need time to fix their friendships. Which was understandable. So, you just let them be content tonight without having to worry about you.