ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴛʏ [ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

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"Used to stick together."

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I sat at Erwin's desk, the cushioned seat comfortable enough to support the hours of work I was just about to unleash upon myself.

Now I know how he falls asleep at his desk so often, I would too if I knew it was so comfortable.

"Now where do I begin?" I mumbled to no one in particular as I looked down at the hundreds of files that resided on the cool oak surface.

As I was about to begin, the coldness of the golden necklace I shoved into my turtle neck just hours earlier reminding me of things I'd rather forget.

God dammit.

I haven't even started and I'm already thinking of things I really shouldn't.

I'm supposed to hate her.

The "her" in question being my best friend.

Annie Leonhardt.

I gripped tightly onto the necklace, contemplating ripping it off my neck.

She's the enemy.

A traitor at that.

Yet I still find it so hard to just let her go.

As of now, Annie was being held underground in an area with 24 hour supervision. The bastard decided to lock herself up in a crystal before we could even get a word out of her.

But she was still my best friend.

My first friend.

I grumbled to myself and upon impulse, scrambled through my father's draws for a set of keys. Keys that would allow me to hopefully allow me to see Annie. Even if she's still in that fucking crystal.

"Do better, Dad." I chuckled as I pulled the keys labelled 'Cellar 0' out of his draw.

I stood up and evaluated my choice of clothing. All it being is a loose pair of pants and my black turtle neck shirt. Comfortable enough, I guess.

"And I'll be dealing with you later." I spoke to the seemingly infinite amount of paperwork on the desk before leaving Scout Headquarters and making a beeline for Stohess.

1 HOUR LATER

Getting off my horse, I internally groaned. I completely forgot to alert anyone that I just decided to waltz to Stohess.