Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion today. The day she detested continuously dragging on as if to make her relinquish any and all emotion that had been welled up in her heart. The tears that stained her pillow along with the constricting tightness of her chest only served that purpose. She held a picture frame to her chest, tightening her grip on the red scarf around her neck as quiet sobs racked her body. The grey irises gazed through blurred lenses at the picture taking in the sight of a family long forgotten. A bright eyed man, a docile small woman and their daughter who laughter and smiles died long ago with them. A family forgotten, their names lost in the sands of time as the world continued to move on and no one besides her mourned this day. She didn't have to tell the Jaegers, they thought she didn't know and didn't want to make her suffer. They didn't want her to feel as though it was her fault, that she had to feel guilty for what happened but it had been her fault – it was all her fault and she was paying the price for it by being all alone.

     Even with Eren and the others, she felt alone. As if a hole was in her chest unable to be filled and the guilt was constantly eating her alive. If only she had noticed earlier, if only she had said something or at least tried to make them talk. Perhaps her parents wouldn't have taken that extra step, perhaps they wouldn't have left her all alone and she wouldn't be hurt like this. Perhaps, things could have been different.

     "Mikasa? Mom is making pancakes, are you up yet?"

     Eren's voice sounded slightly worried and anxious, perhaps he knew what the day was and was treading quietly. His parents were partial to what had happened to Mikasa. They tried their best not to show it, but Grisha and Karla were very emotional beings. The looks they gave the grey-eyed girl from their respective places at the table showed they wanted to say something but weren't particularily sure how to. Mikasa rose from her bed and numbly walked over to prepare for the day. Her movements seemed robotic and almost forced as she dressed herself unable to feel the pull of the fabric against her skin or the smoothing out of the creases in her pants. She opened the door once fully dressed only to find that it wasn't Eren standing outside of the door but a card was laying on the ground.   

     She knelt down to pick it up, turning it over once or twice in her hand before opening it. The card was simple, a pure white without a name or an address at all. Once she looked inside, she could see the letter 'I'. Her eyebrows furrowed and she continued to look around the card before looking back towards the letter only to sigh. Perhaps this was one of Eren's little ways of making her feel better. Once she came to the table, she asked him about the card only to find that he had no idea where it had come from. This made Mikasa worry a bit, none of them knew anything about a card and the question of who put it there was still fresh in the air.

     On the way to school, she took notice of a note dropping out of a girl's bookbag. Picking it up, she looked down and raised an eyebrow not hearing Eren when he called out to her to hurry up. Opening up the note, she could see the words 'am very sorry'. For a moment she considered that the girl who dropped it was the writer of the notes until she took notice of the handwriting. It had to be someone with rugged hands although the first note was obviously someone with slender handwriting. These things weren't matching up and she was beginning to grow annoyed along with the amount of sadness riding constantly on her shoulders. She followed Eren to school where they met up with Armin.

     The two boys began their daily routine of cracking odd jokes and talking about their hobbies or what they did the night before but all that was on Mikasa's mind had been that note. During Shadis' class, Mikasa decided to put her head down. She had already studied the lesson before and she didn't have to continuously looking over it like others to figure it out. However, she felt a tap to the shoulder and turned around to look at Christa who handed her a piece of paper folded.

     "What is this for," Mikasa asked curiously.

     Christa shrugged before folding her hands in her lap.

      "I don't know, it fell out of your backpack."

      Mikasa looked down and began to open it before a hand grabbed the note from her. She looked up and found Shadis was reading it before his eyebrows furrowed and he handed the note back to her. With that, he resumed teaching as though nothing had happened and when his eyes met Mikasa's – he had a sense of pity in his own. She looked towards the note before noticing that the next phrase had been 'about your parents'.

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                                                                        To be continued~!