The Time You Were Gone | Eremin Story

An old storm

~Chapter 17 of part 2~

Summary
Armin tries to find the perfect shell while Mikasa and Eren find themselves in front of trouble

At this point, they stopped paying attention to her screams filled with pain. Taking the new set of cards in his hand, he calmly dealed them out to whoever gave their agreement to play, and by that time he was getting really bored. People around them had started giving them annoyed looks.

Jean tossed the last card in his hand, taking the ones he had gotten and looked at them carefully, just like everyone else did. Another painful wail.

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up finally!" Connie pushed Sasha by the red skin on her back, making her pull away and scream even louder.

She turned around with tears forming at the edges of her eyes. "Why don't you also shoot me in the back?!" She cried out dramatically.

The boy once again squeezed the bottle in his hand, getting the white cream on his other hand. He smeared it on them and answered with the same tone. "We told you a million of times to get a sunscreen before the trip so that's what you deserve now." He tried to get to her again, but she didn't let him. "You look like a burnt chicken."

She shook her head and sobbed with the same amount of drama she started with. "You're cruel."

Something pressed on her head slightly and a pleasant shadow fell in front of her eyes. Turning her head around, she noticed the blonde had reached out to her.

"At least wear a hat, with that speed you'd get a sun stroke within the limits of the day." Annie had leaned on one of her arms aback, now being exposed to the sun without her hat. As much as scary and cold she looked, the group knew what a sweetheart she was in fact.

Sasha felt her lip starting to tremble and soon after threw herself for a hug, that they weren't sure if either Annie or she disliked more after their skins touched.  Overdone screams pierced the air again.

Hitch yawned, leaving her cards on the towel they were sat on, and looked away from them. More interesting, she focused her eyes on the boy a meter or two away from their brolly. "What are you doing there?"

He lifted his gaze, his light blue eyes met her green ones. "I'm collecting seashells."

She smiled sincerely at him. "How much have you gotten?"

Armin had almost buried his knees in the sand, digging in it with his hands that way getting himself even dirtier. He shrugged at last. "None actually." Judging by Hitch's face, he realized he had to give her an explanation. "I just need to find the perfect one.. A special one." He mumbled the last words.

"For a special person?" The girl gently asked, her smile not leaving her face even for a second.

He nodded silently, not bothering to say anything else. Hitch wasn't insisting on it neither. Turning back at the sand in his hands, he took less than a few seconds to let his jaw slightly fall from the view. He slowly touched it with his hands, trying not to damage it in any way, lifting it slowly up as if it was going to break with the slightest wrong move.

"What is it?" The girl asked, her curiousity increasing. The boy looked back at her after a few moments of admiration, his eyes saying enough already. It was perfect.

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"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US?" He screamed at the top of his lungs, not giving a single care if people outside their house could hear him. That was unlike everybody else in the room, but in the end he also felt tears appearing in the corners of his eyes. "I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, NEVER FOR RUINING OUR FAMILY!"