Passive Aggressive - L. Ackerman

"About as clean as a sewer rat."
"What's someone like her doing here?"
"There's no place for you here! Go back to Wall Maria where you belong."

Those were all insults carelessly tossed at her since the raw age of 3. The best Y/N can do is endure it. Every single thing about other people seem to piss the living hell out of her, and the titan invasion just made everything worse. Y/N is forced to join the Survey Corps to regain her once-peaceful life within the interior. But would it be so much of a stretch for her to discover something else? Perhaps someone to help her realise she's missing the greatest thing in her life? She's never accepted it, but she knows that she wants someone to love her. After all, if love is just a word, then why does its absence hurt so bad?

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"It's cold..." I mumbled to myself as I felt cold raindrops splash on my face, sliding down my cheek and dripping onto the cold concrete carelessly. There wasn't much cover under these empty summer market stalls, but they were better than nothing.

I shivered in my cheap, thin inferior quality clothes. It's so cold, I thought, yet again.

"Hello?"

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Co-written with @CrystalSkylights