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2: 00 𝒂𝒎 ♡
WARNING : mentions of suicide.
It was 2:00 am.
The moon was large, the stars were shimmering, and the world was consumed by night. There were a few people out on the streets, well-lit lamp posts, torches from houses illuminating the area.
2:00 am.
The time she dwells in her sorrow, letting the embarrassment of being alive destroy her. For Tori, 2:00 a.m. was a fragile time, as it enabled her to be nostalgic and sentimental about her past wrongs. Instead of laying in her bed to rest, she took a stroll to somehow refresh her mind.
2: 00 am.
Why wont I die already?
Why wont they just kill me?
I want to die.
Im such a waste of oxygen.
Im a burden.
That is all I am. I desperately searched for another meaning to my existence. Perhaps, a reason to keep breathing. A ray of light that guides me in my life. That's when I thought of him.
I think its silly that we got from enemies to lovers. We were bickering back then, always at each other's necks. Teasing each other until the other exploded. I remember how your face turned red from all the anger you suppressed. I should've known you were jealous back then.
Now, you're not. I feel flattered when you take pride in me, subtly bragging me to the other superiors whenever they bring me up.
I never really knew when we first met. I always thought you were that typical cold guy who gets the girls. And when it happened, I learned you were more than that. You were truly a dork who loves cleaning. A soft man who sacrifices himself for humanity.
"Lets run away from here. You and me, together."
"Are you crazy?"
"Crazy for you."
The red head chuckled at the memory and decided to drink on a local pub. Inside was very lively unlike the dim streets. People were chatting, dancing, having the best time of their lives, completely oblivious to the war about to happen.
"Like usual." She ordered and sat on the stool. Her green eyes drifted to a kid, sitting on his seat waiting patiently for his meal to arrive. And when it did, a big grin reaching from ear to ear appeared on his face.
What if I die? What would be their reaction? How would they react? Will they even care? Will they hold a funeral for me?
What about Hange? Whos going to listen to her ramble on and on about titans? Who's going to be Mikasa's wingman? Who's going to sneak foods for Sasha and Conny? Who's going to chill and have fun with the cadets? Who's going to play cards with Erwin? Who's going to tell Ishi to shoot her shot and tell Hange. Who's going to look after my squad?
