The Squad Behind Us [Attack On Titan]

Cameron Blanc- Part Two

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Don't give a crap if no one reads this! I'm still havin' tons of fun! WOOP WOOP! Also! This is now the longest chapter I've ever written with just above 6,600 words whereas the previous record holder [Kyle Gordon- Part Two] had 6,300 words. I know that Hanji is a bit out of character for most of this, but I really think that's only because she's sad and distraught. I tried to return Hanji back to her old and normal self near the end, so I hope you enjoy as always!

This will be the first story that I ever will finish, because I like to start things, but never follow through. WattPad was actually supposed to help with that, because I thought that if there were people that actually gave a crap about what I was writing, then I would actually write it. That's obviously not the case with this story seeing as no one reads it, but now I'm just being stupid so BYYYYEEEEE!~ ;)

She turned around at Levi's harsh words. Did he really mean those things? It didn't matter right now, but it was odd seeing as he was comforting her just last night.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" She yelled at them and took off running; she didn't want to see his stupid face at the moment.

However, it wasn't him that she was running away from. She was running away from her actions. Desperately and quickly she ran. To where? She couldn't tell you, just far away. The guilt ate her insides as she continued to run away to somewhere without judgement. She felt so guilty about everything. She soon had to stop running eventually and she ended up outside of a sort of store with a porch and lawn chairs on its porch. She walked up the few steps that led up to the porch that had a few lanterns hanging from its awning.

She chose a chair to sit down in, which just so happened to be a bright lime green. She laid back in it and felt the journal that she had been holding press into her stomach. She winced in slight pain before she positioned it so that she was staring straight at its cover. The shabby journal with the twisted lines and hearts on its spine. The stories and memories that radiated off of it were enormous and evident. Anyone could tell that it had seen lots of different things.

The shop door opened to reveal an older man with jean overalls on and a gray long sleeve shirt underneath. There was a black and gray plaid golf cap on his head only revealing the gray hair flowing down the sides of his head. As he walked out, he sat down in the purple lawn chair beside Hanji's own and toothily smiled at her. His old, frail leg jumped up and down to an imaginary beat as he turned his head to look out at the people walking down the cobblestone road.

"It's nice ain't it?" He asked her.

Hanji turned her attention from the journal in front of her as she looked where his eyes looked and said obviously confused, "What?"

"Life. Life is great," and he chuckled to himself as he continued to smile and watch the people living their lives. "I saw you're with the military, and I just wanted to thank you for your service," he said after he turned to look at her. "I wasn't able to join the military for physical reasons, but I would've. You see those people?" He turned back to the people and lazily pointed at any random person. "You fight to protect them everyday. And even though not all of them show it in the nicest way, they're all very grateful for what you do."

Hanji stared at the random passerby with a grim look on her face. "If they were grateful, they wouldn't try to throw things at us when we walk by."

"Hey, now! Don't be so pessimistic about it! They just don't realize. Think of them as children. When the children are young, they don't realize how hard you work to feed them and love them and protect them, but once they try doing it themselves, they start to fully appreciate how hard you work. These people are children and don't realize just how much you work for them."