Historia clenched her small hands and stared down at her frail wrists. It echoed throughout her head like a mantra. Ymir. Ymir. Ymir.
She felt a sob rising in her chest, ripping through her vocal chords, and coming out choked. Why did Ymir leave her? After all they had promised? No, why did it even matter so much to Historia? The girl heard muffled voices outside the room, she knew Eren, Jean, Armin, Sasha, Mikasa, Connie, even Levi could hear. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care.
Weeks grew into months and Historia's sadness faded. It was overtaken by a different emotion, one that motivated her and kept her moving. Historia replaced her sadness and hurt with a deep, seething bitterness and anger. She had been abandoned by someone whom she had trusted and changed for, someone she didn't realize she relied on more than anything else. It ran through her veins like venom.
Ymir. Ymir. Ymir.
Time passed, war raged against the titans, their numbers seemingly endless. To Historia's left, the ocean roared and crashed against rocks below. The girl brought down another titan, wiping blood from her cheek with the back of a callused hand. When Historia looked up, she saw her, arms falling slack against her sides with maneuver gear blades in hand. Ragged clothes hung from a tall, wiry body. Dark brown hair whipped around the girl's face in the wind, no longer short and contained by its usual clip. Ymir had more freckles than Historia could ever remember and across the shifter's lips played the usual smirk. She looked older, wearier, yet all the same. Ymir. Ymir. Ymir.
All the anger and resentment faded from the small blonde's body, all she wanted now was to be with the other girl, listen to her stories, hear her laugh. Everything faded with one look at Ymir, the other girl was the only thing Historia could see. Then, a look of terror filled Ymir's golden, almost feline eyes. Historia's blood ran cold. She felt something encircle her, then she was lifted into the air.
No, not like this. she thought, It can't be like this.
Historia heard Ymir shriek her name, a look of anguish in her eyes with one arm outstretched, the other moving her hand towards her mouth in preparation to shift.
Everything had changed, Historia felt alive, one look at the other girl and she was alive again. This couldn't happen, this couldn't happen.
Historia felt pressure around her, excruciating pain, then darkness.
Ymir. Ymir. Ymir.
