Armin, a complex young man struggling with bipolar disorder, finds solace in his relationship with a kind-hearted girl named Y/N. However, Armin's jealousy and possessiveness threaten to tear them apart, especially when his ex-girlfriend Annie re-en...
A-If you ever t0⋓⊂h her again, I will ₭¡11 you. Do you understand me?
My smirk faltered, and I was enraged. He cared for someone else more than his real friends.
He met her two months ago, and he had the audacity to pull a ₭n¡f£ on his own friends.
E- Good, you were never a really friend anyway, if you would ever do this. She could be hurt, yet all you care about is ripping my head off-
He cuts me off, yelling.
A-BECAUSE YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING!!You did this out of jealousy and pettiness, knowing the outcome. For that, you better hope I don't come into contact with Nailea.
And that's when my fist clenched.
A-Because If I do, Ima tell her what you did, and ƒ⋃€₭ the $h¡t, out that v¡rg¡n ₽u$$¥-
He got what he wanted.
I reacted, but he dodged, and bent me down to kn££ my face.
M-EREN!
-Yn Pov-
I woke up to shouting and fighting. Rubbing my head and slowly getting up.
Without consciousness, I walked on, staggering out. Last I seen, Armin was fighting with Mikasa and Connie,while Sasha was checking on Eren.
I left, walking mindlessly to my dorm. I'm leaving tomorrow to go back with my dad.
I'll finish school, off campus. I'll leave Armin alone and give him time to cool down and explain himself.
But there was no leaving Armin alone, because he wouldn't and wasn't gonna let go.
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-Her B.O.B-
-Yn Pov-
As I emerged from the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of tears that had streaked down my cheeks, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the events of the evening.
Armin's outburst, the v¡01ent confrontation with Eren- it had all left me shaken to my core.
Wrapping a fluffy towel around my ₿0₫¥, my ⨘¡n₲£rs trembling slightly.
I gathered my thick, curly hair into a messy bun, a few damp tendrils escaping to frame my face.
With a heavy sigh, I began the process of packing up my belongings, determined to leave this all behind.
Calling my adopted father, Erwin, I waited anxiously as the phone rang.
Er-Yn? Darling, is that you?Why are you calling so late?
