You're moving into this little town for university. Ever since your older brother Marco died, you always sought out the one thing he could never have; education. You're studying health, and rather than doing the commute of two hours every morning, You moved closer. The house You moved into is massive, the result of dad trying to pay you into forgetting about the neglect when you were younger. Sure, the money is cool, but nothing will make up for the hours spent alone with Marco in the cold attic. The attic was the place that your heart withered away, becoming stone cold. You're bitter now. You are the reason people have evolved bitter taste buds. Anyway, as You set up in your bedroom, you notice a young boy about your age sitting on the rooftop joining your two houses together. Worried for his safety, you open up your window and lean out.
"You aren't thinking of jumping, are you?" You ask.
"If you'd have asked me that two years ago, I probably would have said yes."
"Same" you sigh and look down.
He looks up at you. His blue eyes remind you of the ocean.
"Y...you should come down here."
"How?" You start to climb out of your window.
"Wait- there's a thing- you could fa-"
He's cut off half through his sentence as you lose grip and fall onto him. You're face to face now, both of you bright red.
"Hi."
You both burst out laughing. As you sit up, you realise how late it is.
"It's nine o'clock. Should we be out here?"
"Wait. This is the best time."
Suddenly, a purple-red shadow is cast over both of you.
"Sunset."
You're completely lost for words.
"I've known you for an hour now, but I don't know your name."
"Oh. I'm (y/n)."
"Nice to meet you, (y/n). I'm armin. I was in the survey corps a couple of years ago."
"Wow, that's so brave."
"Well, I suppose so. I witnessed the death of many of my friends."
"Marco?"
"Huh?"
"Did you know Marco Bodt?"
"Kind of. Him and Jean were friends, I know that, and he was a pretty nice guy- hey, are you crying?"
Your hand is clamped over your mouth, stifling the sounds of tears. Some have leaked out of your eyes.
"I-I have to go."
You get up and clumsily climb into your room. You collapse on the bed, crying properly now. One day, you'll tell him. One day...
