[ Historia stands cautiously in a quiet corner of the street. For the first time in a while, she’s finally alone – and it’s a welcome relief. ]
[ She looks down at the flowers clutched in her hand – they’re a pretty yellow colour that matches her hair; the kind that she used to enjoy collecting when she was a kid. …They make her feel sick. ]
[ It’s all so fake. It reminds her of the past, of all the time she’d spent surrounded by people who’d praise her kindness… all while not knowing that they’d been completely deceived. The real Historia was worthless, after all. The real Historia was a bad girl. ]
[ The empty, purposeless person she is now surely can’t be loved by anyone. …Even Ymir had left her in the end. ]
…Why?
[ Most of all, she hates the part of her that wishes it were true. That these people following her really did want to be her friend, in spite of everything. ]
[ She doesn’t notice the person approaching her, lost in thought as she is, until the very last moment. ]
Historia Reiss | Attack on Titan
[ Historia stands cautiously in a quiet corner of the street. For the first time in a while, she’s finally alone – and it’s a welcome relief. ]
[ She looks down at the flowers clutched in her hand – they’re a pretty yellow colour that matches her hair; the kind that she used to enjoy collecting when she was a kid. …They make her feel sick. ]
[ It’s all so fake. It reminds her of the past, of all the time she’d spent surrounded by people who’d praise her kindness… all while not knowing that they’d been completely deceived. The real Historia was worthless, after all. The real Historia was a bad girl. ]
[ The empty, purposeless person she is now surely can’t be loved by anyone. …Even Ymir had left her in the end. ]
…Why?
[ Most of all, she hates the part of her that wishes it were true. That these people following her really did want to be her friend, in spite of everything. ]
[ She doesn’t notice the person approaching her, lost in thought as she is, until the very last moment. ]