Hi guys! So, this is my first time writing a SnK fanfic and I plan to write more in the future! The title's still tentative. Enjoy :)
“Come on, (name). It’s time for drills”, he said, nudging you awake. Even though you’ve already completed the required four years of basic training, it’s also mandatory for soldiers, especially the Survey Corps to do drills in the morning. You grew up behind the confines of Wall Rose, being a member of a merchant family who can eat three times a day and go to basic school (and realized that maths isn’t a valuable skill in being a soldier) and let’s face it, you grew up spoiled by your father since you’re the only girl in the family. You’re supposed to be a musician in the District Theatre that only rich people can afford and it broke your father’s heart when you decided to join the military.
“The time of frilly dresses and bows and ribbons are over, father”, you said, saying your farewell to father. He loves you so much, and your mother too, although she died during an expedition outside the walls when you were ten and your youngest brother was only two. Mother wasn’t exactly around that much but you love the stories she take during her short visits at home about how free she feels when she’s outside. The air is much different than inside the walls, she says to you. Well, mother, it’s good to know that you spent your last hour outside, outside the walls, where you’re free. She’s the main reason why you decided to join the military. Father just gave you a misty smile. To you, Father is a proof that rich people who cares for the poor still exists. He sponsors jobs for refugees and easy to smile and hard to anger.
“Y-you’re leaving me?”, your little brother said, and buried his face once more on your shirt which is wet where his face rests with tears or snot, probably both, you can’t exactly tell but this didn’t matter to you. You untangle him gently and cupped his face wet with tears and said “This would be for the better. (Name) would sacrifice herself for you so that the giant people wouldn’t take Bluie” you gestured to his beloved teddy bear that lies on the ground after he dropped it “and Father away from you, okay? The giant people took mother too”. You know that this must’ve hard for your little brother, you felt bad for reminding him about mother but he needs to be strong. He needs to. You hugged him one last time and father, too. You three stayed like that for a while and you told yourself that this might be the last time you’ll hug them like this.
“(NAME)!”, Armin shouted, it’s rare for him to shout at his friends. You were so startled; you fell from your bed to the cold marble floor and landed on your face. Armin helped you up, he’s already wearing his full uniform, minus the 3DM gear and you, still on your soft white cotton t-shirt. You try to wipe sleep out of your eye but fails, your eyes still feels heavy. You recall what happened last night but your brain disappointed you and just gave you unclear flashes. You recall Eren? Were you drunk at that time? Two glasses of wine would make you dizzy; Three and you’ll start muttering incoherent phrases; Four, your head would spin and you don’t already know what’s happening around you nor what you’re saying. From the impact your face received when you fell, your nose started bleeding. You quickly covered it with the handkerchief that lies on the lampstand.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, don’t mind me. I’ll rendezvous to the table after I cleaned up”
Armin exited with a nod.
You made your way into the bathroom. You placed the handkerchief near the sink as you splashed yourself with cold water, the incidents from last night flashes before your eyes and you start to remember the events when you noticed that the handkerchief doesn't belong to you.
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Sorry to end it there, buddy. But good stories need to be planned right? You may leave your insights (and please don't point out my typos O3O)
