div data-p-id="0d47935ae167a0fb6f12b8ff33b32262"strongAnnie:/strong/div
div data-p-id="202f8940c6cc293ac9ab93c61fcf3965"Every time when I looked into his eyes, they were cold. The way he spoke always sounded as if someone was going to murder him. He never bothered to make any more friends other than Mikasa Ackerman and Eren Jaeger, yet he neglected them like they were helpless street mutts begging for attention. This wasn't like him, A few years back when we were around the age 10, this boy was an explosion of joy, like he lived in some sort of fantasy that was soon conquered by darkness over the years. What was wrong with him? How could someone so euphoric and pleasing become dreary and grim? This was riveting to me, I wanted to get to know him better but how? That's when we accidentally exchanged notebooks./div