Three weeks had passed since Armin and I have visited my name. There was a bit of talk about it after but it just seemed to fade away throughout the conversations we had, having a kind of ombre effect. For the remainder of the free periods during those weeks, both of us had been starting to talk and get to know a bit more about each other. Well, I wouldn't quite say that the knowledge that was exchanged was between us was equal. On Monday, as usual, Armin came over to my cabin, as he would have on any other regular day, and we talked. However, what I never really understood was why the conversations were always about me. I knew very few things about Armin and it made me feel like the relationship that we had was very one-sided. I really did not know that much about him and I desperately wanted to learn more because he deeply intrigued me.

"Armin-" I said, quickly being interrupted. "Yes?" he yelled out quickly as if he was in a rush. "I was wondering if we could talk about you this time," I asked politely. "Why though? There isn't much to me. I'm not interesting, I promise," he replied rapidly. It was quite obvious that he did not like to talk about himself. "Why not?" I interrogated, "how about you tell me about your family-" I tried to question him, just to be interrupted again. "No thanks," he told me, crossing his arms and looking down. "Why?" I asked sharply.

"Because."

His responses felt rude and annoying. "Okay," I patiently replied as I began to think of another question. Maybe he's just had some family troubles, I thought.

"How about good memories or moments you have enjoyed?"

"No thanks," Armin repeated. I started to get impatient. I looked at him angrily and began to raise my voice. "Armin, what the hell? I'm just trying to get to know you. It's not fair that you know so much about me but I don't know literally anything about you. I'm just trying to get to know you because that's what friends do. This isn't a one-sided friendship," I exclaimed angrily. He began to look pouty. "I said no thanks," he mumbled. I was furious. "I'm serious," I threatened. "I'm serious, too. No thanks," he groaned, pushing me over the line.

I did not understand why he was being so stubborn. He was making me lose my temper. I kept pondering, wondering why he would not answer my specific questions. I began to realize that they all had something to do with his past. "Is there something about your past that makes you upset? Did something happen? You can tell me anything, you know," I asked him in a calm, compassionate tone. He did not answer me. He just slouched further into the couch. I was beginning to understand that he had a reason behind the "No thanks"'s. "Is it something about your family?" I questioned, noticing how much more visibly uncomfortable he was becoming. His face was flushed and his eyes looked very dull.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I don't feel too well right now. I think I need to go to the nurse's office," he stated as he got up off of the couch and head towards the door. I got up and rushed after him as he began to slip his shoes on. "Wait, Armin. Please stay, we can talk about this," I begged him, being unacknowledged. "I don't feel good, sorry. I'll probably see you tomorrow. Goodbye," he muttered as he opened the cabin door, then stormed out.

At that moment, I knew that I had screwed up big time. I'd done something wrong but I was not quite sure what exactly it was that I did. I internally debated with my thoughts, asking myself if I would go after him or not. I decided that I would stay where I was and let him cool off. I figured that if I went after him, things would just worsen. I also felt that if I did not go find him then that would make me a horrible friend. So, I slipped on my shoes and ran out the door but it was too late. I couldn't see him anywhere. I felt stressed.

"Oh, Armin. Where on earth have you gone?" I asked aloud. At that moment, something came to me. I had forgotten that I was close to the boys' cabins and further off from the girls'. I thought up a plan. I would run to the boys' cabins and find Eren. I'd ask him if he knew where Armin had gone. At the time, this plan sounded like a great idea. So, off I went. I ran swiftly in the direction of the boys' cabins.

Once I arrived at my destination, I stopped to look around at the cabins. I made sure to be cautious because, after all, girls were not allowed near the boys' cabins. They were much newer and cleaner looking than mine, although, I could imagine that the insides weren't as nice to look at. All of a sudden, I noticed Eren through one of the cabin windows. He was scavenging through his baggage, throwing clothes everywhere. I got closer to the window then hid under it for a minute. Once I felt I wouldn't be noticed, I popped my head back up and looked through the window. I noticed that only Eren was in the cabin. So, I tapped lightly on the window to gain his attention.

Once he noticed me, I waved at him, gesturing him to come outside. He did not look impressed. I walked up to the door just as he opened it. "Who are you?" he asked rudely. His head was slightly tilted to the right and his hands were on his hips. He reminded me of an angry mother asking her daughter, who snuck out, where she had been all night. "I'm a friend of Armin's," I told him. Although I felt disrespected and annoyed with him, I remained calm, hoping that he might have some intel on my missing friend. "Okay," he replied, sounding bland and robotic. What a dry guy. No character to him.

"Have you seen Armin? He ran away from me and I can't seem to find him," I said anxiously. "Miss, Armin is not a lost kitten. He can find his way back home. I'm sure he'll be back soon. He does stupid stuff like this all of the time. Just let him do his thing and he'll come back eventually," Eren assured me in a patronizing way. I kept myself contained.

"He didn't just run off for no reason. He looked upset. I asked him about his life back at home and he got all upset. I'm seriously concerned about him. Do you know why he would have got that uptight?"

"I don't know?" he stated, "I don't think he went through anything besides a bit of bullying. He's always been a wuss about that kind of stuff. This is his normal."

"What about at home? He started getting all weird when I asked about his family."

Eren looked around and took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Well, I never actually met his family. He always came over to our house. I honestly don't know," he explained grumpily. "Alright," I muttered.

"You should probably be the one to find him. I don't think he wants to see me right now."

"Alright then," he sighed, hinting that he was stressed out. "Sorry for making you do this," I apologized.

"Whatever, it's fine."

He walked past me down the porch stairs and waved at me without looking back. I just stood, staying where I was, thinking about the trouble I had just caused. What had I done?