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S- Well at least this isn’t a hard chapter…….who am i kidding of course it is

                                                Ymir’s POV

I would cry, if I had enough salty tears left. Krista had been my everything. My hope, my love. I didn’t want to be in a world where she wasn’t sitting with me, brightening my day. But now that she was gone, I didn’t know what I would do. She was the only reason I carried on. Now, why should I even try? Everyday tasks were hard for me to accomplish; getting dressed, eating food, and then falling asleep. Everytime I try I see her reaching out her hand to me, then she looks down and there is a massive hole in her and my heart drops.

I walked into the mess hall to see everyone staring at me. I had started to scream in my sleep, and people had started to complain to the captain about it. I weaved my way around the hoards of people trying to find an empty seat.

“Hey screamer, do you need your little blonde shit back? I bet you do you faggot,” I heard a brown eyed boy yell in my direction.

My eyes darted to the floor after he said it. No one needed to see how I reacted to anything. I finally found a corner where there was only a few people, so I decided to sit there. I pulled a chair out from the table and dragged it as far away from the people as i could before i sat down.

I heard people snickering behind me because of the comment made earlier, but I tried not to pay attention. I kept hearing the laughs everywhere in the mess hall, until someone I knew came my way. I turned my head to see Mikasa looking directly at me.

“Here... have some food,” She said in a monotone voice, as she shoved a tray with an apple, a piece of bread, and a glass of milk on it in my hands.I chuckled and thanked her before she stomped off back to Eren, who sent a sad smile my way.

--------------------------------1 day later------------------------

Nothing was worth anything anymore. Without Krista my life was shit. Everyone hated me, they all treated me like garbage, and the homophobes were everywhere. No matter what I did someone called me a faggot or some other awful name. I used to be an unbreakable person... until she died. Krista held me together and now that she was gone I was slowly fading too.

I ran down to the stables and hopped on my horse and made my way out to the old warehouse. This place held so much meaning for me; Krista and I used to meet out here to get away from it all.

When I finally made it inside I let my horse go. I knew the titans wouldn't go after it, so what was the point anyway? I stepped towards the ladder that went up to the second half of the old abandoned warehouse, when I heard a creaking noise above me. I scrambled away from the ladder and looked around to see what it was when I caught the eye of someone on the second floor.

Killer's POV

"Well hello again, Ymir. How has life been without your precious princess in it?" I taunted Ymir with almost every word in my sentence. The look on her face went from confusion to anger in a split second. Ymir made her way to the door, but the sound of my gun stopped her.

       My hands shook as I pointed the weapon at her. I had never imagined I would have to shoot her, but it had to be done. My mind went blank before I realized, I didn't have to shoot her; She could do all the work for me.

I dropped the gun to my side and smirked as Ymir froze and turned around, shooting me a glare.

“Why would you do this? Why?” Ymir asked incredulously.

“Revenge.” I explained, my voice cold, “Revenge on all the heartless bastards who ruined my life.”

“So you kill? You end innocent people’s lives?! That solves nothing, it only makes you a monster.”

“Innocent,” I shouted,” INNOCENT?!” anger started rising in my tone, “Those ‘innocent’ people led to the death of-” I started to laugh hysterically at my words. “ I’ve said too much already.” I pushed out trying to stop my laughter.

“You bastard. I loved her, I was going to spend the rest of my life with her! But then you snatched her away from me! She had the purest heart you could have, and you stopped its beating.”  

I rolled my eyes. This was taking too long; I can’t have someone who knows of my crimes live long enough to tell. I decided to speed things along, saying,

“How can you live with yourself? She trusted you, trusted you to protect her. But you let her die.” I spat out at her. This was one of the only ways to get to Ymir, guilt.

“T-That’s not true! I couldn’t have saved her!” She yelled back at me with her voice catching on almost every word.

“Oh, but you could have. You shouldn’t have left her alone when there was a killer on the loose.” My words taunted her. Each and every vowel that left my mouth made the poor dyke cringe.

“I-I-” Ymir whimpered ,but she couldn’t even get a full sentence before I continued  

“She died because you weren’t there for her. You monster.” I hissed, advancing toward her threateningly. I could see in her eyes that i was putting her through pain. Even if it wasn’t physical I was hurting the poor, poor woman.

“Y-You’re the monster! I wouldn’t have to be there if you weren’t going around murdering people! I can’t be there every second of the day; you would wait until she was alone anyway! Don’t try and put this on me!” Ymir actually grabbed a hold on her emotions long enough to tell me off. I was impressed , but i wasn’t done yet.

Dammit. This is harder than I thought. I grabbed her by the shoulders  and shoved her against the railing.

“Are you really sure I am the monster here?” I smirked as she struggled to be released from my grasp,” Am I the one everyone thinks killed her girlfriend? Am I the one who ,before all of this happened, was a bitch who cared for no one except herself? No.  That was you.”

Ymir’s lip quivered as I finished speaking and she started to tear up. The tears rolled down her cheek as I pushed her hair out of her eyes. My fingers curled around her cheek and I pushed my face as close to hers as I could before I whispered, "So are you ready to die yet?"
     She tried to back away but the bar was in the way. Ymir almost slipped over the railing but I caught her arm before she fell.
      I dragged her to where I had left the blade , and I sat her down in the chair I had set up for her.
     "Ymir we have two choices here either you do this, or I do it," I chuckled as the words left my mouth.

She looked at me grimly, small sobs wracking her body.

“K-Krista…. I’m so sorry…” She whimpered as she took the gun from my hands, my smirk growing.

“Thats it… This is what you deserve.” I chuckled as she moved her hand towards her head.

“This is…. What I deserve….” She mumbled as she finally brought it up to her mouth. My smirk grew wider until I heard the shot.

Ymir’s POV

I turned the gun around as swiftly as I could and just pulled the trigger. I saw blood trickle down from his thigh. My hands fumbled and I dropped the handgun before  I ran to the ladder and hopped down halfway through my decent. I headed for the door but was cut off by the sound of the gun.

“Now Ymir I need you to turn around slowly or you will be shot.”

I turned around to face him just long enough to see his smirk before i heard another gunshot and i buller spiral at me

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S- That took like two months to finish

Sw- Haha! Technology problems WHOOPSIE

S-True….But now  we are on break so we may write…..Or not