It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I had to face the truth: I had been selfish in my anger and had taken them for granted. Even though Historia's words were meant to console me, the weight of my actions felt too heavy to bear. I let my tears fall freely, hoping that someday, I might find the strength to forgive myself.
I miss them a lot...
"Levi, it wasn't your fault." Historia says, rubbing my hands.
Hange used to do that.
And I was stupid enough to push them away each time. I wish I was smart enough to know that somewhere along in the bitterness, I would've treated them the same.
Hearing Hisu's words, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with sadness and regret. I had never known what it meant to be truly loved by a friend. Or at least, that's what I thought. It was in front of me the whole damn time.
My hands are still wet with my tears, but I don't have the strength to clean them yet.
They were the last thing Hange held of mine.
Their fashion sense was beyond ordinary, with a style that was both futuristic and... quite extra, drawing looks from everyone around them. They were like a galaxy of their own, bright and beautiful, with a depth of character that was truly interstellar.
'I will miss you beyond the stars. Always and forever, Hange.'
All this writing and I'm literally doing a test about Fortnite in English💀
