The black liquid in the red glass evaporate. I sip it a little, feel the sweetness explode in my mouth. It's not just a drink, it's a representation of spirit and refreshment. Some says it's good enough to cleaning up sticky dirt in toilet, some says it's good enough to melt your bones away.
Just like Mikasa.
The tought of Mikasa is no different than drinking soda. The more I think about her, the more I love her. The more my feelings grows on her, the more I got wasted. Mikasa is soda, I am the bone. Mikasa melt me into nothingless. I'm in love and broken hearted at the same time.
They said I'm good, but for Mikasa, I will never be good enough. Even though she just keep it into herself, I know there's only one guy on her mind. That guy was not me. Looks like it never be me.
What good a passion if never be reciprocate? Why do I persist even if I know that there's no hope?
Actually there's hope, it's when that suicidial bastard finally fall into his death. Bravery leads to premature death. But he's a titan, seems like nothing can kills him. If I were a titan, what would I do? How tall I can be? How big? What ability did I possess? More than that, what will I do with such power? Do I want it just because so I can be invincible like the suicidial bastard? Or just to show people that there's something inside me that's unusual that I could be proud of?
What is power? Do I deserve such power? Will Mikasa love me if I be stronger titan than the suicidial bastard?
Armin's palm pats on my shoulders, he leaned his head and said to me, "Jean, you think too much. Let's go home, you drunk."
"But ... it's just soda," I argued.
But maybe he's right. I drunk with soda, I am lost inside my own head. Lost in it's sweetness.