❝I never thought you would make me feel like this.❞ ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ..... ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇx's ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ...
✿ ⁺ 🎀‧₊˚🩹⋆ ✩ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ٫ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ٫ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs!!<3
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❝Chapter One - Horse ass for a face piece of cow shit❞
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ♡ ↓ ♫ ⁹⁹⁹⁺ ︙
ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ - ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ
1:20 ———●—————— 5:20
↻ ᐊ Ⅱ ᐅ ☰
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ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑYOUR FEET SLUGGISHLY DRAGGED across the floor, a rhythmic pattern beginning to form along the hardwood. You were drunk and tired, and you barely had made it up the steps. Music was booming downstairs, the sound now seemingly muffled as you make your way closer to one of the bedroom doors. You open it, stopping in your tracks, mouth falling agape.
"Jean?.." you watched as the girl sat atop him, his fingers squeezing into the bare skin of her hips. His head snapped up, eyes widening. The girl on top of him turns her head toward you as well. Oh. Mikasa.
"Y/n...I-" you slam the door, not giving him the chance to make up whatever stupid excuse he could come up with. Puddles of tears begin to form in your eyes, lips quivering.
You remembered that night every day, the exact moment replaying in your head over and over like a broken stereo. It felt dirty and disgusting, knowing that if you hadn't of walked in that night he would've gone on lying right to your face, but the thing that turnt your stomach the most, was the fact the girl had a look on her face, one of no care or worry at all.
"Y/n!" Historia yells your name, cutting off your thoughts. You snap your head towards her, startled a little. Her blonde locks danced in the wind behind her as her hands were placed firmly on the steering wheel of the black convertible.
