Okay so first of, I'm super scared this is the first FanFiction I've ever published (well unless you count that WarriorCats FanFiction I've posted when I was like 12...) and I'm very kindly asking you to take it easy on me. This is really just a Prologue and not much at all but still.
Also I should mention english isn't my first language so you can blame all spelling and gramma mistakes on that :'D
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like all of these Characters to be mine credit goes to Hajime Isayama (except for the main character obviously)
Other than that I hope you enjoy it and would appreaciate feedback (good and bad :) )
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Prologue
Her breaths went shallow and rapidly. Eyes screwn shut she tried to rid herself from the images flooding her mind but they just wouldn't let her be. These horrid pictures.
Blood everywhere, so much blood…how could there be so much blood. "No!" a strangled cry escaped her lips.
"Sshh, it's alright. Wake up, you need to wake up it's just a dream." A soft whisper sounded by her ear whilst a warm hand rubbed her back soothingly. After another quiet whimper she slowly starts opening her eyes. Blinking a few times she takes in her surroundings, her breathing calming down a bit as her Eyes land on the source of the calming voice. Tears are threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes and she is unsure on what to do. Does she just cry in front of him? Or hide her weakness as she usually does? The girl isn't sure, everything about him is just so…confusing. So she just looks up to him, standing in front of her bed, in the middle of the night whilst she is on the verge of crying.
Something warm touches her cheek softly removing the first streaks of wet tears, which she was fighting to hold back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he knows the answer before he even asks the question, yet it still needs to be asked.
She just shakes her head in a silent no.
Nodding understandingly he gets up from his crouched position in front of her bead, ready to leave her be again. That is, until a soft hand tightly grips his wrist, unwilling to let go.
Surprised he stops, looking down to her, the question evident in his eyes.
"Stay, please…" a whisper so quiet he almost missed it but he didn't.
Her eyes are cast down. Inwardly she's scolding herself for being so weak. She doesn't need him or his pity! Yet her she is, clinging on to his arm as if her life depends on it. She doesn't know what to expect, actually she does. Loosening her grip on his wrist, she just waits for his rejection. Why should he stay, she's not his problem. By all means it's a surprise he even cared enough to wake her up.
He's still just standing there, his eyes examining every inch of the girls fear strain face.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't ha…" that's about as far as she gets before she is being pulled into strong arms and being tightly secured his embrace.
"Sleep. I'll be here, I promise." He whispers into her hair.
So warm… and safe?
For a few seconds she is just lying there, shocked and eyes opened wide but then her body automatically begins to relax into the embrace. Her eyes are becoming heavier, tiredness is beginging to overwhelm her whilst she unconsciously snuggles closer into the warmth.
Looking down on her he felt a sort of peace come over him, a slight smile tucking at his lips as he looks down on the girl now calmly breathing in his arms.
He highly doubted she'd have any memories of this in the morning.
Hesitantly he pressed his lips against her forehead, breathing in her fresh smell of summer and cherries.
"I'll always be here. I promise."