The second Book to my collection of Attack on Titan fanfictions. So if you enjoy reading Attack on Titan related stories including ones with Armin, Eren or Mikasa, feel free to read! Enjoy
If you want to read French version: https://my.w.tt/jrUZnBPk...
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Historia Reiss still remembered that day very well. The day when Ymir had left her. The day that Ymir had chose the traitour Reiner and Bertolt over her. She remembers the moment when Ymir stroked her gently. She remembered the look in her eyes. She remembered when she turned away and dashed over towards the mass of Titans and clawed them to shreds. And she remembers when she got on horseback, as she fled, watching Ymir fight til the very end.
Historia was queen now. She ruled the entire human race living inside the walls. She was no longer a soldier. She was now living the life that Ymir wished for her to have. She would live her life with pride, without regret, and she would no longer be letting people take control of her own life. From this point forward, she would be taking control of her own life.
There's not a day that passes that she doesn't think of Ymir. The two girls were very close even during their 104th Cadet Corp years. They always seemed so drawn to each other, even if they didn't know the other very well. But perhaps it was because they had so much in common, so much alike, that they were so easily drawn to the other.
Historia is always thinking of Ymir. wondering where she was, what she was doing. Yes, she knows that she is somewhere far beyond the walls, but still. She can't help wondering what Ymir is doing with the rest of her life. Was she alive? Is she still helping out Reiner and Bertolt after all the damage they've caused? Is she in trouble? Or is she on her way back, returning to her? Would she ever come back and ask of her to marry her once again?
Historia would always feel a sadness ahing at her thought when it came to thinking of Ymir. but deep below that, there was a fond and giddy feeling. She was so happy and glad to have met Ymir, to have gotten to know her better. She may wish to be able to be there with her again, but being able to make the memories they made, being able to known each other for the short time they had....it was enough. It was at least enough, for Histora that is.
One day a letter came into Historia. It was a letter from Ymir. it read how by time she'd be reading this, she would probably already be dead. And she read more and more, and once she reached the end, tears streamed out her eyes as she whispered....
"Ymir...what do you mean?"
After a moment, she wipes her tears away from her swollen eyes. She had to be strong. For everyone here, risking their lives for a better future. A future for peace, for freedom....and she swore to herself while keeping that vow, that she would live her life with pride as well. And that she refused to let others take control of her life ever again.
