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Armin P.O.V.

"Armin, when did you start looking at me that way?"

I woke up with a gasp, sitting up I nervously glanced around, then sighed in relief. It was just another dream. No, it was the same dream, that same freaking dream about those creatures called 'titans' or whatever. I got out of bed and looked around. Everything was the same; I was still in my room, in the house I share with Eren and Mikasa. I glanced at the calendar: March 22nd, 2014. I groaned, that paper I had was due tomorrow and I still don't have it done. Well, I guess I could procrastinate for a little bit more. Walking down the stairs, I saw Eren playing Call of Duty 4 while Mikasa was making dinner in the kitchen. "Hey," Eren said, waving to me, then something on his game blew up, "Ugh, Marco, tell that stupid horseface Jean to stop planting grenades everywhere!" Choosing to ignore his complaining about Jean again, I walked in the kitchen to see Mikasa making lasagna. I grabbed a water bottle and gulped it down.

"Well someone's thirsty," Mikasa chuckled.

"Yeah well, dreaming a strange dream can really make you parched," I said as I threw the empty bottle in the recycling bin.

"You had that dream again? Maybe you should consult a therapist or something," Mikasa began putting the lasagna in the oven.

"Pfft, please, I'm sure it's fine Mikasa," I walked out and grabbed my jacket, "I'm going for a walk," I called out. Eren just waved.

I walked along the sidewalk; I began to think over my dream. It all felt so real, and so… cryptic.

"Armin, I'm glad…. I could be a good person to you…."

I remembered a girl, shiny blonde hair in a bun with bangs that fell over half of her face, always held a blank expression, solemn eyes, large nose. Wait, why am I thinking about her? I don't even know her! Right? Just then, I accidently ran into someone, a girl, in front of me. We both fell, or more like, she stumbled while I fell. But, as I was about to hit the ground, she grabbed my hand, bringing my fall to a halt. As I stood up, I happened to stare into those ice-blue eyes and she stared back. Suddenly, I remembered my manners and quickly thanked her. But, as I walked away, all those strange dreams came flooding back to me, and I realized, they aren't dreams, they're memories. I looked back at the girl I ran into and saw her glance back at me. I smiled, and whispered, "It was nice to see you again….

…Annie."