Historia was lying on bed. It was the middle of the night, and she was flooded with thoughts.

Historia had never felt as though she belonged. She never really had a family who loved her, therefore she felt very alone. She had been suffering in herself for years, hiding everything about what happened and what she felt, therefore she kind of ignored it by now. But now the loneliness was getting so much stronger.

And it made her heart hurt. It made it even more complicated to talk to anyone. Because they would all smile at her. They expected her to smile back.

But she couldn't. She had absolutely nothing to smile about. They all said that she had changed.

But she hadn't changed. She was a fake all along.

Nobody had ever seen the real her. And so, they all considered 'Christa' to be her. Happy. Cheerful. Loving.

But she wasn't like that. She seemed to be the complete opposite.

Historia got up. She couldn't take this. She needed to get out of this small and cramped room.

She walked out into the dining room. She realized that someone was already out there when she saw the lit candle.

"Oh, hello Historia"

It was Armin. Historia didn't want to admit it, but she was glad he was awake. He was the one person she could talk to who wouldn't say this was unlike her. She had always admired him. He was happy, full of light, smart…

Exactly what she needed right then.

"Hello, Armin," Historia said, sitting down.

"Couldn't sleep?"

Historia shook her head.

"Yeah, me neither."

There was a moment of silence.

"Hey, um…I know that everyone is pressuring you right now…so I'd just like to say…I'm sorry. I really hate putting weight on other people's shoulders," Armin said. Historia's gaze softened.

"It's okay, Armin…I'm used to carrying a lot around…I've been living with it for years."

Armin gave her a sad look.

"Historia…look…I know it must be hard…but…um…I'm here if you need me. I know that everyone else seems to be looking for 'Christa,' but…I'm fine with you. I think you're better this way," Armin said. Historia's eyes widened.

"L…like me…better?"

"Yeah…all along I always thought that something seemed a little off about your personality…and I was right. When I met the real you, it was a change. But…I think it was a good change."

Historia didn't know what word triggered it. Maybe it was a build up of emotions she had been hiding for years. She didn't know. She didn't care.

Tears streamed down her face. She let them come. She couldn't take this anymore.

Armin eyes widened in surprise and slight panic. He stood up, rushing over to her side.

"H…Historia? Are you okay?"

"Armin…Thank you so much…"

Armin smiled a little. He then took her hand and squeezed it.

"Always Historia…always."

And at that moment…Historia suddenly realized it. She suddenly realized what it was like to love and be loved.

And one thought ran through her head;

'I know now…where I belong…the place I belong…my home…is with him…it's in his arms…'