If you haven't seen attack on Titan, (though I expect 99% of you have...) and are reading this, the story follows two soldiers in training, Marco (black hair, flecked face) and Jean, (Brown hair, nickname: Horse face.) I do believe both are 15 years of age though they look 20. All you need to know is that humanity are trapped within huge walls, walls that keep blood thirsty creatures that look like deformed humans known as titans, out. One day, the titans break through the walls, killing A LOT of people. In response, a kind of military was formed. While Marco and Jean were still in training, the Titans attacked again leading to the current point we are at. The rest can be figured out just by reading. Hope you enjoy! (Connie: really short almost bald hair, grey. Armin, kind of looks like a girl, blonde with blue eyes, Eren: dark brown hair, scary face when he's angry. P.s. It is expected that the character descriptions are already known to the viewers, thanks.)

Please note I am dyslexic, meaning I will probably miss stuff and spell things horribly without even realising. Thanks!

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Jean stumbled back to his sleeping quarters, somehow, he had lived through another pointless day. Same old, same old.

He collapsed onto the hard mattress and thin sheets he called his own, he had enough. Tears threatened him, leaning over the edge of his eyes into the abbess of his face. Without Marco, there was no one to tell him he had made the best choice when his comrades died from his mistakes, there was no one to tell him he was still human, and not some pawn used by the military. There was no one to tell him everything would be okay.

Jean felt his right fist ball, his sobs echoing hollowly around the musky wooden walls that confined him in memories. Marco's bed was empty. It had been empty for three months. There were others that had empty rooms too, but Jean didn't care. Marco was his best friend, Marco died. Jean didn't even know how it happened, all he knew was that the world was cruel and hated him with a passion. But it was okay, he hated it back.

A muffled voice broke the silence, "Jean? You there buddy?"

Jean groaned and closed his eyes, "Go away Connie, I'm not in the mood for more of your jokes."

The door opened, its rusted hinges angrily screaming in the process. "You really gotta ask to get this door fixed," Connie, similar in age to Jean, but different in looks, yawned as he walked in. "You okay Jean? You've been kinda down since-"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Jean snapped, sitting up with a face full of watery streams.

Connie flinched, stepping back slightly, "D-dude, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Jean didn't hold back the frustration that loomed over him like a shadow, "Know what? That I'm depressed that I've lost the only person who cared about me, I don't even know how he died! He was alone Connie, no one saw him be brave, no one saw him in his last moments... he died without anyone to cry for him!"

"Hey.. I care about you. We all do Jean, don't forget us!" Connie punched the half open door and dislodged it from its frame with a loud crack.

"Marco wouldn't want this would he?! he'd be smiling like he alway does, patting you on your back! Get it together Jean, it's been three months. I know sure as hell Marco wouldn't want you weeping on your ass like this!"

Jean didn't answer, his eyes dully looking forward as if lost in some world only he could see, "Marco's dead Connie." He croaked, "Marco can't ask or wish for anything anymore, dead people don't do that... "

"What's going on in here?" Another voice joined the duo, standing at the door just behind Connie.

"Armin?" Connie sighed of relief at the sight of his blonde friend, "Jean's being all depressed again and he won't listen to anything I say."

Armin took one look at Jean and knew what to do straight away. This might be weird, he thought as he pushed past Connie, but I can see that he needs this.

Jean snapped out of his haze as Armin hugged him tightly, squeezing his back.

"What are you?..." He felt his body relax, feeling helpless. The tears began to stream freely again.

Marco.. I'm so pathetic. I still haven't gotten over the fact that you're gone. The last thing you did for me was save my life, then you disappeared somewhere. When I found you again, half of you was gone. Your face was so.. lifeless and bloody. It was more than clear what happened. But, I can't shake the feeling that you didn't have to die. Maybe if I followed you instead of worrying about myself, I could have done something to help you. You were the nicest, most caring person of this rag tag bunch, so why did you have to die on me? I'm so alone Marco, no one smiles anymore. It's like we've all lost our colour. People die everyday, but why did you have to die, Marco?