You heard rustling in the bushes. A small frown came on your face. It was as if she knew. Ymir snickered, sitting up and looking at you.

The two of you had been friends would a year or two. You were the outcasts. Neither one of you went a day without the other.

"Look. I got us this." A smug grin found its way onto Ymir's face as she handed you a loaf of bread.

It was warm. Was this heaven? You heard yourself mentally asking.