Marrying the One I Hate

~9/11 Special: Forever in my Purple Heart~

I know this is really late guy's, but if you haven't noticed, I've been on a short-term 3 month hiatus, and I apologize. Junior year, 11th grade, has started, on the 29th of August to be exact, and it's going to be a cut throat year...it hasn't even begun to get hard yet and I'm already done with it. Any who, that's only one of the reasons. The second is I haven't been motivated enough to actually write. I've wanted to, here and there, but I've always lost interest the minute I felt something. However I'm telling you now, don't get triggered. 😂 I'm not stopping the story. I think I'm back. School is unpredictable so who knows. And yes, I ship Ereri still. Obviously. OTP!

*ahem* Anyways, I know a lot of authors have been doing that lately, to me at least, saying they don't ship it but still want to write, just other things, or they don't watch the people anymore, or they don't ship not want to write...it's quite sad. I assure you though, I am not like that! So don't worry. Just thought you as my readers should know.

I love you all, and you're all so great to me, so thank you. I know you probably hear this a lot but you really do encourage continue to write and your comments give me life. You're all so fucking hilarious and your feedback is great. It feels really nice being appreciated, seeing as my own friends don't really to seem to care. They chastise me on everything, and with them now it doesn't feel like I can do anything right. Which is weird, since it's my life, and I shouldn't be fighting for the right of approval from them. But I seem to do it anyway. Stupid me. But, if you should know, I've already felt this way with my family, and now it's flooding into my group of friends. Or maybe it was always there and I just didn't know.

Anyways, enough about me and my boring life, on with the short story. Yes! They're back. Also, my deep condolences for anyone involved or who know/are close to someone involved in this tragic event.

But damn, this is a long author's note...that you probably didn't read...oh well. Lol

Until next time my lovelies, and stay fantabulous~ <3 love y'all!
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The memory came back to me like a slap in the face once I watched the the loud metallic beast crash into the first tower. The black smoke. The yellows and reds and oranges of the blazing flames. How easily the the building crumpled and crashed to the ground, leaving a big hole. Like a foot.

A foot.

The plane could easily be compared to that of a Titan. Those naked human eating beasts, stomping around town as if they own the place. People screaming and running to save themselves, just the same as the plane. Then came the second.

So uncannily familiar, too familiar for my liking. First the colossal...followed closely by the armored. How could I forget such an occurrence? Something so tragic, that I've lived with, till my death. But now, 2,000 years later, and my rebirth is just the same. To relive an experience so...so breathtakingly nostalgic, all I could do was stand there, watching it happen. Watching as the citizens screamed, smoke engulfing them and making them disappear, as if their very being was eaten by the dark ominous cloud. Watching as the blood stained the black pavement of New York's streets. Listen to the distant drone of authoritative vehicles, along with the sounds of traffic, car horns, and crashing all around.

Bodies lied everywhere, even amongst the chaos, and all I could think was, how could I be so unlucky? To watch all these people loose their lives once more in front of me, but instead, I wouldn't have Mikasa or Armin by my side. The fact was, I hadn't met them in this life. I didn't even know their names till now. In this moment, all these strangers became familiar faces, passing in a blur, too much my mind couldn't comprehend.