Jean p.o.v
'Marco...Marco please no...MARCO' I sat up screaming. Another nightmare about Marco. I shake my head and stand up wearily. I don't know how much longer I can deal with these nightmares. I rub my eyes and walk towards the bathroom. I'm trying to be as quiet as possible. Since the Walls broke down again I'm sharing a room with Armin, and Connie. We're all suffering from nightmares, I don't want them to have to wake again. I walk to the bathroom and shut the door. I slowly slide down the door and let the tears fall. I make no noise, I just let the tears fall and remember Marco's cold, lifeless body. No one was even there to see how he died. He could have died pretty quickly with little pain… Or….. I don't want to think about the alternative. It's not fair. Marco was so pure. So kind. It should have been me who died! I was the reckless one! I was the selfish one who just wanted to live in luxury! Not Marco. Marco wanted to serve the king, He wanted to make his family proud. I take the little piece of bone out from my pocket. I have it wrapped in an old piece of cloth. I don't even know if this is his or not… but it's all I have. I hear noise from the room. The door is swung open and hits my back. I yell in pain, causing Connie to sit up spluttering in his bed. Armin is standing with his hand on the door with a sheepish expression. 'H-Hey Jean… Sorry I just came to check on you' Armin says shyly. I rub the back of my neck and say 'It's ok Armin. I'm fine honestly…. Just you know…. Nightmares again. I'll be fine though don't worry' I smile tiredly at Armin. 'I can't get their faces out of my head… I just keep repeating everyone's death in my head... Will it ever stop?' Connie says solemnly. Connie's words surprise me. He was always the joker, it's hard to hear such words from him. 'It has to Connie. Look at Levi and Erwin. Imagine all the deaths they've seen… but they seem normal' I say trying to reassure him. 'I don't think it's that they've gone back to normal… I think watching their friends die is normal now…' Armin says thoughtfully. 'Jean…. I'm sorry about Marco…. I don't know whether you two were just friends or something else and it's not my place to know either but, I do know you really cared for him' Armin says as he slowly walks back towards his bed. I'm shocked by his words a bit. Me and Marco…More than friends? The thought makes me even more wretched. 'Whatever we were doesn't matter now. He's gone. For good.' I sigh. I stand up and take one last look at the little piece of bone sitting on my palm. I wrap it up again and place it back into my pocket. I walk back to my bed and get in. 'He may be dead Jean but that doesn't mean he's gone. Back in my village, when someone died it didn't mean they were gone. We kept them with us by telling their greatest stories, so they would never be forgotten. You're going to grow old and tell the story of you old friend from the 104th squad. You're going to tell people how brave he was and how he was an amazing soldier who died too young and he will never be forgotten, so he can never really die…' Connie states. I look and Connie and Armin and realise that we've all lost people. I smile sadly at Connie and thank him. 'Your right Connie. Marco will stay alive in our memories. He will be remembered as the ass who once tripped over a stone and started apologising to it' I laugh. Connie and Armin laugh too and we spend the rest of the night telling each other our favourite memories about everyone who died in the war. They will never die. Their stories will live on. The next night, I had a dream where Marco and I were together again. I finally got to say goodbye. I woke up crying, but in a good way. I never forgot Marco and I told his story to everyone I met. I hope whenever I meet my end. Marco is waiting for me, wherever we might be.
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