Ymir and Christa exited the cab, putting their new apartment into their view. Christa's eyes glued to their apartment's view, not letting it escape. She didn't remember anything about moving or getting a new apartment; including with Ymir sharing it. Christa was sitting in her wheel chair, lying in the hospital bed for a week must have effected how she walked and they didn't want her to hurt herself. Christa then grabbed the wheels to the wheel chair to push herself to the house, suddenly feeling a force pushing it on its own. Christa looked up to see the brunette was pushing it.
"You don't have to push me, I can push myself." Christa said harshly, not liking the face of Ymir pushing her wheel chair as if Christa couldn't do anything for herself on her own.
"Yeesh, you don't have to be so harsh goddess." Ymir said scolding Christa with her attitude.
Ymir and Christa entered the apartment; boxes still were lying all over the house as they left it. Ymir sighed at the sight, realizing she had to unpack all of the boxes by herself because the doctor didn't want Christa working at all for about a week or two. She mumbled to herself as she led Christa to their room they were going to share even though it was a two bedroom apartment.
"This is our room; you will be sleeping in here." Ymir said looking down at the top of Christa's head as she sat on the wheel chair. Christa looked around the room; seeing it was already unpacked and ready to sleep in.
"I will be sleeping in the same bed as you?" She asked looking over to the bed and up at Ymir with a confused face.
"Where else would you sleep? We have no other bed or mattress. If you don't like it you just have to deal with it goddess."
"Stop calling me that, it's annoying." Christa hissed back up at Ymir, seeing Ymir grin down back at her.
"Seems like I've angered blonde, I am just going to leave you be as I go unpack the rest of the boxes." The brunette said to Christa, letting go of the wheel chair and leaving the room with the grin still attached to her face.
Christa rolled her eyes, noticing she was now alone in the master bedroom where she had to sleep with the unusual brunette.
Ymir was unpacking in the living room, sitting on the couch that the movers had brought in. Ymir's fingers brushed against books that were in a box, taking them out on by one. She couldn't help but notice that one of those books was a photo album. Her face lit up with curiosity as she pulled it out of the box and brushed the dust from the other books off. Opening the photo album, Ymir realized it was Christa's; Christa had wanted to take photos more often while they were together. As she flipped through the pages of the photo album, drops of tears came down her face without her noticing. She closed the photo album, hugging it and crunching up into a ball on the couch, beginning to sob to herself silently.
Christa was sitting in the other room where they had to sleep together, she didn't like the fact she was going to be sleeping in the same bed with someone she barely knew—at least to her. Christa got up from the bed and began to walk, stumbling to the ground as she tried. The blond groaned as she was on ground, too lazy to get up. Christa laid there silently, listening to the silence in the house. The silence was broken by what it sounded like crying and whimpering. Christa then raised one of her arms and grabbed the handle of the wheel chair, bringing her up and sitting on it. She wheeled herself into the living room, seeing a sight she had never seen before and thought would never see—the brunette crying her eyes out.
"Um.. Ymir..?" She said with a soft voice that sounded so confused, as if she was curious she was even talking to Ymir.
Ymir noticed a voice come from the other side of the room, knowing that they knew she was sobbing into her lap on the couch.
Ymir was sad and frustrated, she wanted her real fiancée back, but she knew she couldn't have her back—instead she had a shitty brat as a replacement. Ymir gripped the photo album as she was grasping it in her hold. She looked up to see the blond was across the room staring at her.
"What. What do you possibly want?" Ymir asked with a mean tone over to Christa; bothered by her presence.
Christa tensed, that tone sent a chill up her spine. "I just wanted to see if you were alright—"
"No—I am not alright. I can never be alright again. I just want the real Christa back. I don't want some girl that doesn't even know who I am and I am living with them." Ymir said interrupting the blond.
Christa looked back, clenching her hands into fists. Thunder then came from outside with a white light following it; making Christa jump, losing the tense she had.
"Just leave, if you don't want to be here I am not going to force you, it's not like I want you here anyways." Ymir said standing up from the couch with the photo album in on hand; it was covered with salty tears on the cover; having a picture of Ymir and Christa on the front with them kissing in a park nearby. Ymir clenched the photo album noticing.
"I have nowhere to go, at least I don't think I do.." Christa said with a quiet voice, mumbling those last words to herself.
Ymir's teeth grunted against each other, sadness turning into anger. "If you won't I will." Ymir said throwing the photo album on the floor and storming out of the house. Ymir realized it was pouring down rain—she didn't care.
Ymir stopped at the door step, looking back at the blond as she stared back at her.
"You will never be the girl I once knew."
