Four Years Later
The shotgun sat lodged in his throat with his mouth wrapped tightly around the barrel. Over these last few weeks, Reiner had become very familiar with the anatomy of the weapon he purchased since returning to Marley.
The loaded gun was perched up to the entrance of his oral cavity. His cannibalistic tonsils and uvula prevented him from moving the weapon any further down his throat. A hot tear slid down his face as he struggled pushing it deeper.
If he wasn't man enough to even pull the trigger, maybe he'd be man enough to choke himself with it—fingers trembling on the trigger, Reiner painfully remembered his life. He felt like everything leading up to *right now* ultimately meant nothing.
He stayed up countless nights and trained years to throw his life away at the tender age of twelve. The person he trained for, the father he sought to reach and form a bond with never wanted anything to do with him. His "friends" all unanimously disliked him and hoped for the absolute worse for him.
Was there anyone on this planet that didn't hate him for who he was? Anyone that couldn't see him past his blood?
Then, when he finally achieved his "dream" of becoming a warrior, he was stupid enough to freeze in the path of a titan getting ready to devour him. He was stupid enough to get saved by some kid that was just as scared as he was in that moment.
He was a coward.
More hot tears ran down his face as he closed his eyes and struggled to wipe his own cheeks.
If Marcel didn't push him out of the way... none of this would have ever happened. His life should have ended years ago before he went to Paradis, before meeting the people he'd care more about then he'd ever hoped.
Dammit.
He didn't matter. No one would lose sleep over him ending it. Even his friends—no... he had to remind himself. He had no friends. It was just him versus the world.
No one would care. She wouldn't care. She probably didn't even remember him.
More hot tears. More slimy mucus. More nightmares and less happiness.
It's time.
He was basically choking on the gun anyway. It's too late to back out. With his immense resolve and his steadfast spirit broken, Reiner clenched his eyes harder and slowly started to squeeze the trigger.
A loud noise echoed around his room.
