We are Young ((sad jeanmarcoo:((( ))

Lonely Lovers

Jean carefully slipped out of bed after being able to recognize everyone's snores. He tried not to make noise while tiptoeing on the squeaky floorboards. Creak. Fuck. "Hhhhn. Jean?" Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Armin why do you have to be such a goddamn light sleeper? He sprints out of the bunker anyway, and sits on the same stump he always does. "Hey, are you still waiting up there for me? I hope so. I know I always say this, but I'm sorry I couldn't save you. As well as Mina, Thomas and all of the trainees I wasn't able to save. How are they doing by the way? Tell them I said hi. Oh yeah Marco I-" the boy burst into sobs at the sound of the freckled ghost's name. Jean covered his face with his hand, knees digging into his dirty Survey corps uniform. He stayed like that for a few minutes, a million things running through his mind. After he somehow managed to put himself back together Jean started talking again "A-Anyway, I just heard a song that reminded me of you... of us. So, I hope you like it." The frenchman took a deep breath inhaling from his nose, exhaling from his shaky mouth. "Here I go..... Some nights I stay up cashing at my bad luck, some nights I call it a draw. Some nights I wish my lips could build a castle, some nights I wish they'd just fall off. But I still wake up, I still see your ghost. Oh lord Im still not sure what I stand for ohhohoh. What do I stand for,what do I stand for? Most nights I don't know anymoooore.Oh whoa oh oh whoaa oh oh. Oh whoa oh whaoo oh oh. This is it boys, this is war-what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype, save that for the black and white. I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style. That's alright, that's alright. You stop my bones from wonder just who I am, who I am, who I am oh, who am I? Mmm...Mmm... Well, some nights I wish that this all would end, 'cause I could some friends for a change. And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights I always win, I always win... But I still wake up, I still see your ghost, oh, lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for,oh whoa oh oh. What do I stand for? Whoa oh oh, what do I stand for? Most nights I don't know.... oh come on. Well that is it, this is all-five minutes in and I'm bored again. Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands. This one is not for the folks in heaven; Sorry to leave mom, I had to go. I'm sorry I let you die alone all dried up in front of a house.My heart is breaking for my comrades and this con call love. When I look into their eyes, Man.. you won't believe the most amazing things than can come from.... The most terrible nights...." The boy broke down in another round of sobs and headed back to the dorm door,not finishing the song. His hand reached for the knob until he felt a familiar presence around him. It felt very nice and calming, until Jean opened his eyes only to see Marco staring back into his amber eyes. They embraced, colliding mouths happily.

"Marco...."