Home Sweet Home:
AU: You meet her by a near death experience, she saves your life in more ways than one. Homeless Ymir, KristiaPoV Major TW's.
You meet her on a chilly spring afternoon. The street was full of people walking home from a long day of work, or maybe just like yourself, on the way to meet up with friends. You only half-pay attention to the familiar streets. Why bother, you have walked them every day. The faces around not bothering a smile. Always different from the previous insipid ones. Lost in thoughts of different places, happier people. The world you are walking on stills and you find yourself pushed down on the ground. The air in your lungs still as you try to let out a shriek. A silver blur passes your vision. You feel the force of wind from the blur as it speeds by. You feel yourself shaking. Brief moments of your life flashed before you. A warm hand is on your shoulder. You realize it's been there since the near death experience. The only thing that you truly feel right now. This hand forced you down to the ground, away from the vehicle that nearly hit you. You look to the owner of the arm, then the shoulder right to the face. Hovering close to your own. It is a women. She has prominent freckles across her cheeks and nose. Brown hair and eyes, although, they look golden pools in this natural sunlight. They show concern and amusement. Maybe something else you can't describe. No one around had even bothered looking in your direction. Only huffing angrily as they have to walk around you. You are an inconvenience to them. Body still a shaking mess, you stand up. The woman's caring hand holds on to your upper arm. Helping you, making sure you don't fall. With how much your knees are clacking together you are afraid it will happen again. Breathlessly you thank her. She only nods. Turning away, she almost starts to walk the other direction. You snap your hand out without a delay and hold on to the back of her shirt. You notice the feeling of the material. Gritty and stiff. The color faded gray, maybe it was a blue at one time. It's torn in several areas. You ask her name, saying your own and another thanks. Stumbling over the words awkwardly. She looks over her shoulder. The half-smile, half smirk she gives you will forever be etched in your memory. She goes to leave again. You call out, feeling you must find something she wants as thanks. Maybe a new outfit. The crowd takes her away like a wave folding into the ocean.
To be continued.