I wish I could feel something. Warmth, sadness, hunger, well, I can still feel hunger. But still. I tricked my mind into thinking nothing matters. To allow myself a peace from the daily horror I always endure and is my life. My thoughts distract me from the lonely beauty of the sunset before me. Finally the sun sets, making the distance an red blur. The only thing I can see are the people before me, sitting behind our fire. The small sad blaze barely serves as a light source, much less means of warmth. Luckily the sun's rays straining to stretch over the horizon allow me to make out everyone's face. They are all like me. Nothing.
Next to me is Jean, his long face only extended by the shadows the flames gave him. He is the closest in age to me. Maybe if we lived in a different world, we could be in a relationship. It'd be ridiculous to even consider this now though, disrespectful even, to all of the fallen lying around us. To all of the horror that engulfs us, suffocating us. Killing us even faster than the titans even. At least, our souls. Eaten alive by the monstrous creatures known as conscience.
On my other side is Bertolt, who hasn't spoken a word today. There would be no reason to talk anyways. Across from me is an empty seat where Sasha used to sit. She was a great girl, to only light that could spread an inch of optimism. Her fighting wasn't the best, but what was the point of trying to fight the titans anyways? Her empty seat leaves an emptiness in our hearts, a hole which only jealousy of her can fill. Finally, there's Levi, who is the only one any of us listen to. I look over to Bertolt when I hear him make a strange squeaking noise. Once I get a good look at his face I realize he's crying. His tears swell up more quickly, then starts a stream down his face. Soon enough all of us are crying besides Levi. All I can ask is why.