We Are All Killers [Snk ~ Reiner x Bertolt]

Chapter 21: Gone

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Bertolt's POV

How could he not understand?

I launched another pebble into the lake. Couldn't he see that I care for him more than anything else in the world. I buckled under pressure and he dared to blame me for it. I picked up a bigger rock and threw it into the lake. It sent ripples that reached the edges of the lake. Still, I was not satisfied.

I took an even bigger rock, which I lifted with both hands. I grunted as I tossed it into the waters, causing further disturbance to it's still waters.

I didn't know why I was doing this in the first place. I thought it would make me feel better, but all it made me feel was that my anger was justified. And I know it wasn't. Reiner was just looking out for me, but there was something that pissed me off... It was just the way he was able to stay so calm during the situation as if it was nothing. It was the way he said that I could kill him as if nothing had ever happened between us.

As if we were strangers.

I hated that. What I hate just as much, maybe even more, is how he just yells at me for not saving Annie as if it was an easy and logical thing to do. Yes, it is logical, but no, it isn't easy.

His voice... When he yells at me. It scares me. He rarely yells at me, so when he does...

I shook that thought out of my mind and hurled another big rock into the lake. If I kept finding big rocks to throw into the lake, I'd strain my back.

"I'm so glad this was my second option," I heard him sigh from behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked, kicking a small pebble into the lake.

"I just want to talk," Reiner answered.

"About what?" I asked.

"About what we just went through," he answered rather nonchalantly. There he goes again, talking about a disaster as if it was another typical day. Then again, with my thought process and actions, I was probably considered a drama queen in his eyes.

"I don't want to talk about what we just went through," I stated.

"Look, Bertolt," Reiner used his reasoning tone. "We only have two days left, and frankly, I don't want to spend it being mad at each other. So I'm here to say sorry for saying that stuff to you. I know Annie meant a lot to you. I know it was a hard decision. And I'm sorry."

"I'm still mad at you," I tossed another rock into the lake. It flew pretty far this time.

"What do you want me to do?" Reiner asked.

"I want nothing to do with you right now," I spat bitterly.

"Is that so?" Reiner asked. "Then I guess you won't care if I die right here and now."

Immediately, I turned around. Reiner was holding his switchblade to his throat. I nearly jumped at him to pull the blade away, cutting my hands in the process. It stung as the blade sliced into my skin, and seeing the blood made me queasy.

"Whoa! Bertolt!" Reiner shouted. "I wasn't going to actually do it! I'd never do such a thing in front of you."

"Then, don't scare me like that!" I shouted at him.