❝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 Eight - What was this feeling?❞
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ♡ ↓ ♫ ⁹⁹⁹⁺ ︙
ᴀɪɴᴛ sʜɪᴛ - ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ
1:20 ———●—————— 5:20
↻ ᐊ Ⅱ ᐅ ☰
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ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ PEOPLE ROLLED PAST YOU in a hurried manner, chaos beginning to completely unfold as you stood there next to Pieck and Historia, who were on the floor, both looking panicked. How could all this happen so fast? What the actual fuck is going on? Your eyes darted over to Ymir and Mikasa, who were still at it despite how roughly the security guards were trying to pull them off of each other.
"Fuck!" Pieck would shout, the pain from her probably broken fingers getting the best of her. Employees were already calling the ambulance, and you were almost completely stuck. Mind filling with multiple outcomes of this terrible situation, would Ymir get arrested? No...wait..could she? Is Pieck ok? What would happened when you go back to school? Oh god...
"Y/n!" You would hear a voice say, but you were just to-
"Y/n!" Your head shoots up from your lap, tired eyes barely making out the person in front of you, who looked worried. "She'll be ok, her parents are taking her home, mind giving me a ride back?" You nod and stand up from the chair, making your way out of the hospital lobby with much on your mind. You rubbed your forehead and sighed, a yawn escaping your mouth.
