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【𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄】
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THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED THE TITAN ATTACK were not easy. Space had become very limited, despite the ten-thousand plus lives that had been lost in the Shiganshina attack. With the loss of Wall Maria, everyone who had survived the devastation was forced to head inland, where they were led into refugee camps.
The moment that Himari stepped off the ship, she found herself alone in a crowd full of bustling people that seemed as though they all knew what they were doing. One sight of the blood-covered girl and she had immediately been shipped off to the nearest hospital to get her neck and her hands stitched up. Her elbows and knees which had been grazed raw, were cleaned and covered in fresh white bandages.
One of the women at the hospital had been kind enough to thread the ring of Himari's father onto a black piece of string. She had tied it securely around the back of Himari's throat, promising the girl that this would be enough to keep the ring safe until she could afford to get a proper chain for it. The act of kindness had made the backs of her eyes burn with unshed tears. That had been days ago.
She hadn't showered and had restored to scratching the blood off her skin with her dirty fingernails. Her white hair that normally shone in a spiky mess on her head, fell limply against her face, still stained with pink. The most that she had eaten were a few pieces of bread and she'd hardly had any water, leaving her hungry, dehydrated and feeling incredibly gross.
With nothing else to do, Himari spent most of her time waiting in the shadows to be shipped off to an orphanage with the rest of the children who had lost their parents in the attack. With her ankles crossed in front of her and her hands clutched loosely around her knees that she had pulled up, she spent most of her time with her head lowered and her eyes shut, circling through memories of her father while he was still alive. She was doing the best she could to ignore the final moments she had with him.
The sun was blocked out above her and a shadow loomed over her, causing her to raise her head quickly in alarm. She went to shuffle backwards, despite being pressed up against the wall, and only settled slightly when she realised it was a boy standing in front of her, not a titan. The boy took a step back, realising he had frightened her.
"Sorry," he said gently. "I didn't mean to startle you."
It was the blond boy she had saved days earlier, mere minutes before disaster had struck. His wide, blue eyes were round and kind, shining with a kind of gentleness in them that she hadn't seen since the attack. She cleared her throat, which was groggy from lack of use over the last few days. She gave a slight shake of her head.
"It's fine," she replied, her voice monotonous and quiet. The boy blinked, not having expected such a gentle sound to leave the lips of the brash-looking girl he had become quite familiar with.
