He was gone. Gone. He was laid on the floor, his face pressed against the wall. I couldn't believe it. My best friend had gone, and he was never coming back. The remainder of his mangled face brought back memories. Memories of the good times, the times when we used to tell stories, about our past, and our futures. But there would be no future for him. Nothing. And I can't live with out him.
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"In memory of Marco Bott, a heroic solider and the loved young man of many" I sat by his grave, it was his birthday today, it seemed no one else had remembered. I couldn't forget, I couldn't forget anything. Not his name, not his face, not the smiles he would give me when we met. He was all I had. Im pretty sure he wouldn't want me to be like this, the emotional wreck I am, but, even 3 years on, I can't cope. Fresh, blooming flowers were now rested against the weathered headstone. The words were almost faded now. Yet his memory still stayed strong in my mind. It was time to go. Since his death, I haven't been the same, the scars are too deep to heal, they will never heal. I slowly rose from the crouching position I was in, my legs hurt, but that's nothing to me, I got to spend time with him, and that means a lot to me. I plodded down the hill, the trees looming either side of me. His grave was the first on this hill. The first of many graves that have accumulated over the years. Hannes. Petra. And countless others, and Marco is among them. What I would give, merely to see his freckled face, his lush hair, I would do anything for that. He knew how I felt. He was the only one. My only one. The world should be bleak and cold. He made the world bright, he gave the world its colour. And now he's gone. How can everyone continue with their lives without thinking about him. Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, even Levi, they don't seem to care about him. Ive shut myself away from the world these past three years. I know they speculate why I'm the way I am, but they can't know, they wouldn't understand. He was the world to me. He made me whole. I reached the bottom of the hill, my boots now covered in thick mud. I turned on my heels to face the hill again, " I love you Marco" I whispered before the tears escaped me. I wiped furiously at my eyes as I reached our base, no one could know where I've been, or who I've been to see. I saw Eren, Armin and Mikasa together, sat on the porch steps. How easy is it for them? How can they still sit there, laughing and joking about the good old times, the times we ran around the outside walls, massacring Titans, but he died during that. The titan cleanup operation. That was what killed him. I leaned on a wooden fence, watching the horses graze, even the horses seemed to show more sympathy towards me. I stood there for a while, but I knew I had to go soon, the 106th new recruits would be here soon, and Levi would be annoyed with me if I didn't turn up on time. I think 'annoyed' is a bit of an understatement really, he would be furious, probably pin me up against the wall and yell, gaining 2 feet in anger, just about making him my size. I decided it wasn't worth the trouble, and besides, we have to make a 'good' example to the new recruits. As I walked towards the group of people I call my friends, I stopped short, as memories flooded back to me. I shook them off quickly, and started back to them.
