The scared boy
Summary: A Levi x Erwin multichapter fic.
You thought Erwin's backstory was heart-breaking? Let me triple that, okay? Beacuse my stupid mind just want to write this. The first chapter's not so bad though. I try to stay very close to canon.
Based on the mangas SNK and ACWNR, and the anime.
Angst.
I plan a happy ending!
A.N.:
Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no kyojin or Attack on titan. I just borrowed the characters, I'm not making money with this!
ATTENTION!
- I base this on the manga Shingeki no kyojin (I was at chapter 58, when I wrote this), and the manga A choice with no regrets (ACWNR - a spin-off with Levi's backstory, chapter 7)
If you don't want SPOILERS, please read them first. (They are awesome, by the way.)
- There will be other characters from AOT/SNK/ACWNR manga or anime, also, characters who are purely mine.
- Be warned: this story is full of angst. At least, it was for me, writing. I try to put happy, hopeful moments in it.
- I plan this to be multi-chapter, but I would really like to get reviews, be it positive or negative, constructive criticism or anything else. They keep me motivated, because honestly, this was the hardest story I ever had to write.
- This is my third finished story in English, and a first multichapter story. I'm not a native English speaker, so sorry for mistakes. I also use the UK spelling and the US spelling at the same time :D Sorry for that, and other typos, repetitions, or punctuation errors. I don't have beta, I just spell checked it. Feel free to message me, so I can fix things like this. Thank you for reading this, and my story. Enjoy!
The scared boy
Chapter One
Erwin's parents almost never quarrelled. Their neighbours spoke about them like this: „They are made for each other." and „Theirs is definitely a true love.". They have been married for thirteen years, and they visibly loved each other just as much, maybe even more than in the beginning of their life together. Erwin grew up in a loving environment in a rather big town just outside Wall Sina – as a children with an actress and a teacher as his parents, he had the chance of becoming „someone truly great" as their neighbors judged. He was looking like her father, blond-haired with incredibly blue eyes and he seemed to have his sharp mind and calm attitude too. It was a great combination with the inheritance of his mother's empathy for others and her strong curiosity.
The teachers liked him for his intelligence and politeness and his classmates liked him for his reassuring presence. The teachers were uncomfortable with his probing questions of topics they knew nothing about and his classmates were irritated by his lack of interest in picking on others.
„You know, Smith, you could be a cool guy, if only you weren't so boring" – snickered one day Alan Keatley.
Erwin didn't care. He protected the weak, but he didn't become friends with the weak. He didn't become close friends with nobody. It was just the way it was.
His father was the history teacher in school. When in the classroom, he was „Mr. Smith . When at home, he was „Father".
Erwin was interested in history.
One day, they learnt about the time when humanity took refuge behind the Walls, and historical records of the time before were left behind. Erwin was surprised and started doubting.
How can it be that there were no historical records of the time before? Even if all books were lost, the people who took shelter within the walls, they could pass on their memories, even their parents' or their grandparents' memories. They could have written new books. This just doesn't make sense!
Maybe this whole lesson is just to test their attention. Erwin fidgeted in his seat, and looked around, but no one seemed to notice that's something was off. Mr. Smith went on with the explanation as nothing was amiss. Erwin was trembling with curiosity, and, after a while he finally became resigned to act. He stood up and asked the question.
The face of Mr. Smith became expressionless, and he didn't answer the question. Instead, he dismissed the class at once, giving them his „official occupation" as a reason. There were ten minutes left of the lesson. Their teacher left the room, and Erwin looked around to see if anyone found this strange beside himself. The other children were gathering their books, chatting and laughing, glad that they could go home sooner. Then, Erwin caught sight of Bernard, one of the children of his street. He was watching Erwin, but when he looked back at him, he blushed, and fled the classroom. The blue-eyed boy went home, deep in thoughts.
Little after he arrived, he started to heat up the dinner. His mother was still at the theatre on rehearsal. Soon, his father got home, and they ate the dinner in silence. Erwin was glancing at the man from time to time curiously, but he couldn't find it in himself to ask him about today's class because he felt some kind of never before felt tension emanating from him. He seemed to be pondering. After they finished dinner, his father cleaned up and Erwin brought his books on the kitchen table to begin his homework. Before he could begin studying, Father sat next to him, and pushed his books away from him. The two pair of blue eyes found each other. His father's face was serious, but at the same time, Erwin found an intensity in his expression that he never saw before.
„This was never a question of whether I'm going to tell you. It was a question of when."
The boy remained silent, holding his breath in anticipation. He sensed somehow that this conversation held a special significance.
His father broke the eye contact for a moment to look down on the table, murmuring: „Your mother was wrong."
He looked back up, determined, and placed his warm hand on Erwin's.
„You need to know the truth."
Erwin's parents almost never quarrelled. If they did, that was mostly about some small matter, ended within minutes concluded with one of those kisses Erwin always looked away from.
That afternoon, his father spoke to him about many things. One of them Erwin called „The Truth" in his head. The other things they talked about were closely connected to The Truth. His father wanted him to join the Military Police, to go enlist, to become a trainee one month later, when school finished.
His father spoke for a long time, and Erwin, recovering from his initial shock by learning The Truth, asked questions, and his father answered them if he could. This whole story was so unbelievable, but at the same time, it was like his eyes were open for the first time.
Erwin never thought about joining any force of the military. He wanted to be a teacher as his father.
After hearing The Truth, he understood the importance of him joining, and he wanted to do as his father told him.
Mother came home looking tired, but she smiled widely as she looked at them, as they were hugging each other.
As soon as he saw her, Erwin disentangled himself from his father's embrace, jumped off the chair and flew into his mother's arms. She smelled like theatre, and when her son pulled back a little, he could see some traces of the strong make-up she accidently left on her cheeks.
She looked back at him lovingly, and caressed his blond hair gently, while speaking to him:
„Hey, sweetie. Did you finished your homework?"
Erwin nodded, then noticed that when his mother looked up at her father, she must have seen something, because her smile disappeared within seconds.
Erwin wanted to look at his father, to see what was wrong, but Mother still kept him in her arms.
Her face changed, confusion came across it, which was then replaced by shock, and finally settled with cold anger. Erwin never saw her looking at his father like this before. He never saw her looking at anyone like this. Her grip became stronger on Erwin's shoulders, then she suddenly let him go, standing straight up.
„Erwin, go to your room." She sounded hoarse.
He turned around to look at his father. He seemed to be tense, but collected at the same time. His eyes wandered on Erwin's face for a while, then he nodded.
The boy gathered his books from the kitchen table, went out of the room, closing the door behind him. He got through his parent's bedroom, which was connected to his own, and hurried to put his books down on his bed. He shut his door, before he could hear what her parents were talking about. They surely had a reason not to speak in front of him.
His thoughts soon returned to his father's words about The Truth, and him becoming a member of the Military Police.
„You have to be very good among the trainees. Ony the best ten can choose a place in the Military Police. I know you can do it. I trust you, Erwin."
His chest swelled with pride, and he hastily answered:
„I will not disappoint you, Father."
His father pulled him closer and hugged him tightly.
„I love you, son."
Erwin's parents almost never quarrelled.
Despite the closed door, Erwin could hear Mother speaking loudly with his father's much more quiet answers.
Soon, his mother's words became clearer, and Erwin realized, she was shouting. Father's voice also became stronger.
The blond boy covered his ears to not to hear their argument, but it became uncomfortable very quickly, so he lowered his hands down, and pulled closer one of his books, to distract himself with reading.
It wasn't working. Before long, he found himself listening.
„The Military Police is the safest place for him! He is going to be great there!" – he heard his father.
„What if he didn't get in?! Get placed to the Wall…or…or…"
„He will get in."
„You can't know that! Why did you tell him?! He is just a boy!"
„He is mature enough. He needed to know. He asked questions in today's class."
„That means nothing!" his mother's voice became frantic. „You shouldn't have told him! You should have spoken to me first! What were you thinking? How… You... defied me!"
„Clara, listen…"
„No, YOU listen! You listen! We have talked about this thousand times!"
„Clara…"
„You are…" Mother's voice broke little. "You are using him! He is a puppet to you, isn't he?"
„How can you even say that?!"
„Do you even love him?!"
Erwin couldn't listen to them anymore. He got out the back door to the terrace, and sit down on the first step, his throat feeling tight. He could no longer hear his parents words.
The sky was darkening, and the first stars were appearing on it. Not too far, Erwin could see the silhouette of Wall Sina. He felt his eyes sting. He decided not to cry. Soldiers don't cry.
What is she speaking about? That his father doesn't love him? He loves him, he said it just now! And he is not using him! He just tries to help him. To get him in a position. He will become important in the Military Police. A very important person. And he will help his father then. Mother was wrong. She just didn't understand.
It is all because of The Truth. People don't know it, and that's why they don't understand things. Important things.
They need to understand it. People need to hear about this. And that was when Erwin decided to share The Truth with others. Then they will see. Then they will understand. And they won't have quarrels anymore.
He went back to his room, pushed his books off from his bed, and collapsed on it with his school clothes still on. His parents weren't fighting anymore. They were only talking. Mother understood. Relief flooded him, then Erwin felt the tiredness claim him, and he closed his eyes. Soon, he drifted to sleep.
He didn't feel the covers of the bed pulled on him by gentle hands, and didn't hear two voices whispering:
„Good night, sweetheart."
„Sleep well, son."
The next morning, Erwin found his mother in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The breakfast was already done. Erwin sat down and started eating after greeting Mother. He eyed her for signs of the argument last night, but her face didn't show anything different from other mornings. He did notice the shadows under her eyes though – it seemed she didn't sleep well.
„Your father already left for work. I will take you to school, okay?"
Erwin's face reddened.
„Mother, I am twelve! I can go to school alone."
A soft smile appeared on her face, then she became serious.
„I know, Erwin. I just wanted to talk with you."
Erwin got suspicious. Maybe he thought wrong yesterday. Can it be that his mother didn't understand after all? That he must join the Military Police?
„Is this about me becoming a trainee?"
His mother turned her back on him to wash the dishes, though he thought she just didn't want to look him in the eye.
„Finish your breakfast." she said quietly.
Erwin complied reluctantly, but he was determined to not let his mother withhold him from his duty.
After finishing his breakfast, he gathered his books, and joined his mother who was waiting for him outside the house.
The school was five corners from their home, which gave them enough time to talk, but at first, Mother simply walked beside him saying nothing. Erwin waited patiently, while thinking of arguments of his mother and possible answers he could give her to persuade her.
Finally, she began:
„I need to tell you that your father knows about me talking to you alone. I think it's necessary for you to hear my opinion too, before you decide."
Erwin looked up on his mother, surprised. She seemed to have calmed down since yesterday, and she's… giving him the choice?
Her eyes locked on the horizon, when she continued.
„As for your father's… theories… I believe him, of course. It all makes sense. Some higher authorities… they're hiding something from us. Probably something important."
Erwin stayed quiet, keeping steps with his mother. He knew there's no need for him to talk now.
Suddenly, Mother stopped and crouched down to him, grabbing his shoulders. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with a desperate intensity.
„But… Erwin… I don't care."
The blond-haired boy blinked. Before he could answer, his mother started speaking very fast.
„I don't care. It's unimportant to me to know what's really going on. We are at peace. We are safe! As long as nothing threatens my family's safety, I'm content. I love my job, your father loves teaching, you're an outstanding student – I can see you living a happy life if you just stay on the road you're on right now."
Erwin couldn't do anything else than gaping at his mother. She sighed, and looked deep in his eyes.
„But… this is your life. I can't force you to do what I think is the best for you. You need to decide for yourself."
Erwin felt his body relax, and he smiled at his mother.
„Mother, I would like to…"
„No need to decide it now." she interrupted hastily, while averting her eyes from his face. „We can talk about it more after school. With your father. And there's plenty more time for you to make your decision. Not necessarily now…"
There was a warm feeling in Erwin's chest, and he moved closer to hug his Mother, interrupting her. They hold each other for quite long before letting go. Mother's eyes were full of tears, but she was smiling warmly when she stroked his hair, and he looked away, embarrassed.
They finished the road to school in silence.
When they arrived at the school yard, his mother hugged him the last time.
„Have a good day, sweetie. We will talk after school." She smiled, and he waved goodbye, walking towards the other students.
„Hey Sweetie!" a scornful voice drifted towards Erwin.
He looked up and sighted Alan and his friends snickering.
"Is your mommy gonna come for you after school, Sweetie?"
He narrowed his eyes, then turned away, making his way inside the building. They were shouting after him, but Erwin ignored them.
Near the classroom door, he glimpsed Bernard. Way to start spreading the word about The Truth. He knew Bernard was interested in it, judging from his yesterday behaviour . If he can persuade him, maybe he will help make the others believe.
When Bernard noticed Erwin walking towards him with a determined expression on his face, he blushed, cowered a little, and his eyes were on everything but the blond-haired boy. Erwin decided he will start with kind.
„Hi, Bernard." he smiled at the brunette.
His classmate finally looked him in the face, even if for a short moment, before averting his eyes.
„Hi."
Bernard was a quiet boy, one of the weakest in school, and because of that, he was often picked on by the likes of Alan. Erwin defended him, when he could, just like the others. They weren't friends, actually Erwin didn't know him very well. The only thing about him that he could recall was that he loved drawing. Before everything, he promised himself that he will be honest with him, so he avoided the precursory talk, starting with the question he really wanted to ask.
„Hey, do you remember, yesterday when I asked Mr. Smith that question in the end of the lesson?"
Bernard's eyes snapped back on his face, taken aback, then he lowered his look again, nodding.
„Why do you ask?" he murmured.
„Well, we didn't get any answer in the class. But my father answered me at home." Erwin's smile widened, and his eyes glinted with excitement. Finally, I can share The Truth with someone.
Bernard's timidness seemed to break down a little with his words. Brown eyes locked with his blue ones, full of hardly restrained curiosity, but the shy boy didn't say anything.
Erwin was in the middle of opening his mouth to say something, when the teacher came out of the classroom to call them in.
„Lunch break" whispered Erwin to Bernard, when they separated to go to their own desks.
Erwin didn't have any classes with his father on Wednesdays, so the two of them always planned a little time to speak to each other in the lunch break. Sometimes, he even let Erwin call him „Father", when they were alone. Today, however, Erwin had more important things to do. As soon as their teacher let them go, he hurried down to the canteen to avoid the queue. He grabbed two apples and on his way outside, he almost collided with the very person he destined one of them.
„Hey, Erwin, I…"
„Let's go outside, Bernard. I have apples."
Bernard blushed a little and glanced shyly on his classmate.
„We're not supposed to do that…"
The blond looked at him with updrawn brows.
„You're not interested, then?"
That made an effect.
„I am!"
Erwin smiled on him.
„Then don't worry. While you're with me, you're going to be okay."
Before Bernard could answer, he grabbed the brown-haired boy's arm, and pulled him towards the exit. Suddenly, Erwin's father appeared in front of them. Both of them froze. There wasn't any expression on his face for Erwin to find out that now, he would like to be addressed as „Mr. Smith", or more, „Father". He knew that if he wanted to talk to Bernard, he has to get on the „father side", so he risked a bit. He looked up with an innocent expression.
„Father, I was going to talk to my friend, Bernard a little."
If Father was surprised, he didn't give away. His face was impassive for a while, but then he smiled, mischief appearing in his eyes.
„Go ahead then. But don't be caught." he winked. It worked.
Erwin grinned and was turning back to the brunette, when all of a sudden, his father stopped him. His face was serious, and he whispered.
„Erwin, did your mother talk about…" his voice faltered.
„Yes." answered Erwin, imitating the serious face and the whispering.
Meanwhile more people, teachers among them spilled into the canteen.
„We'll talk at home." said Erwin's father hurriedly.
The blond boy waved, and turned towards Bernard, who was watching them with a confused look on his face.
„Come on." Grabbing his arm again, Erwin led them outside near to the corner of the building, close to the street. „Let's eat first."
Erwin bit hungrily in his apple, whilst holding out the other one for Bernard, who sheepishly accepted, then nibbled at it.
When they finished, Bernard was the first to speak.
„Were you serious?"
Erwin pulled up one of his eyebrows questioningly.
Bernard looked away, blushing.
„When you were talking about… you and me… being friends…"
Something told Erwin, that this question was very important to Bernard, but at the same time, he needed to be honest.
„Well, we are not friends…" he started tentatively. Bernard hunched almost immediately. „But we very well can be." he added hurriedly.
Bernard glanced at him hopefully, then averted his eyes once again. Now, he seemed very anxious, looking everywhere but Erwin.
„Erwin, I have never really… thanked you… for… ehm… protecting me from the others…"
The blond smiled at him warmly.
„No need to thank me, Bernard. I just hate when they do that to anyone."
A tiny smile appeared on the brunette's face.
„All the same: thank you."
Erwin fidgeted with excitement, for now he was going to finally tell his… friend… The Truth.
„Let's talk about what my father told me yesterday."
There was a definite change in Bernard's demeanour. He became attentive, and excited. Erwin was glad to see that.
He wanted to test his speech about The Truth on someone alone, before telling the others. He led Bernard to the fence which separated the yard from the road, and they put their backs to it.
Erwin told Bernard everything his father told him the day before. He had to shorten the story to tell only the most important things because otherwise, it would've been too long for the lunch break. Bernard listened with wide eyes, and when he saw the terrified expression on the brunette's face, he knew he chose his audience well. The shy boy was smart, and it seemed he thought very much like him.
Suddenly a voice came from the road, from behind their backs.
„Hey, boys, what are you doing out here?"
They spun around, just to find two soldiers watching them across the fence.
Erwin felt Bernard tense next to him, and he felt the same tension claiming him. They were very close. It seemed the two boys were so preoccupied, they didn't notice the officers coming. Now they couldn't speak a word, just stared worriedly at the two adults before them.
One of them, the taller, when after seeing their expression, let out a small laugh.
„No need to be so frightened, we don't bite."
The other person joined him, saying:
„We just wanted to know, why you boys aren't inside the building… as far as I know, that's the rule."
Bernard now was trembling, but he seemed to become mute at the same time. Erwin gathered up all his courage to answer.
„I'm sorry, sir. We were just…"
„You were just talking about some books or something." interrupted the taller one. „Which disappeared when mankind hid behind the walls. Am I right?"
Erwin suddenly felt his stomach very tight. He was sure he isn't supposed to tell the guards about this. At least not yet.
„No… we were just talking about some of my books. They suddenly disappeared yesterday…"
„Hey, don't lie to us, boy!" Barked the shorter man. „I can smell the liars from miles, you know!"
„Calm down, Mark!" the taller placed his hand on his comrade's shoulder. „Do you want to take these boys to prison, or something?" he laughed dryly.
Erwin felt his stomach drop, and Bernard let out a quiet whimper next to him.
„I don't know yet. But they broke the rules of the school, that's sure… Who knows what kind of misdeeds are they capable of…"
The blond-haired boy was now desperate.
„No, please, sir! I won't lie, I promise!"
The soldiers exchanged a glance, then turned back towards them.
„Come here to us then boys, and tell us everything. Starting with your names." they heard the man called Mark saying sternly.
The taller waved them over to the other side of the fence, on the road. They complied without question.
Erwin felt Bernard gripping his wrist, and he tried to shake his hands off. He needed to fix his mistake, that he lied. He needed to appear trustworthy and honest, and he couldn't do it with Bernard clinging to him like this, making him uncomfortable.
He finally shook off Bernard's arm, and the other boy stood behind him, trying to appear as small as possible.
Erwin told them everything he said to Bernard. He felt obligation to share as many details as possible, after all, he needed them to believe him, and to let them go. He would feel very guilty if Bernard got some sort of punishment because of him.
While he was talking, and the officers were listening carefully, he took notice that something was wrong about their uniforms – but at the same time, they seemed normal. He just got a feeling he couldn't place about their clothes. It was like… something was missing, but as he looked again and again, more thoroughly nothing came to his mind. He finally gave upon it.
He finished the talking, and waited anxiously what will the soldiers answer.
Their faces were blank, and they stayed silent for a while, but after a brief glance on each other, the taller spoke.
„It's all right, boys." He smiled kindly. „Actually, this topic was something which always picked the interest of us, and of higher authorities of course. Quite mysterious, huh?"
Erwin lost countenance. They knew? They knew about it all? He turned to see what was Bernard thinking, who was looking back at him with a shoked expression.
The shorter man took over the speaking, and he didn't appear to be as intimidating as before.
„You know, a whole all-around handout was put together to inform the population about this. We just need to receive all the permissions from everywhere – it is a quite lengthy procedure. Bureaucrats, am I right, mate?"
The taller snorted.
„It will be a grand co-operation of the authorities and the population. Everyone, who has some information about this, will be called in so we can have all the information to uncover this mystery, and the reasons why is this a mystery at all."
Erwin felt the tension leaving his body at once. They knew about it, they just weren't ready to send out the letters to the people! How happy will Father be!
Bernard no longer seemed frightened, just a bit nervous. He smiled tentatively at Erwin.
„But kids, this is supposed to be secret for now, so don't tell anyone else. This is very important. Am I understood?" Seriousness crawled back into the man's voice.
„Yes, sir!" the boys answered simultaneously.
„You said your father worked here, right? Mr. Smith, was it?"
„Yes, he's our history teacher." answered Erwin.
„Is there anyone else who knows about this excluding you two, and Mr. Smith?"
„Just my mother, as far as I know." The blond boy felt his confidence fully returning to him.
„Her name is?"
„Clara Smith."
The tall one smiled at them warmly.
„You have been a great service to us, boys. I need to thank you." He then looked directly at Erwin. „Have you thought about joining the military someday?"
Erwin was so eager to answer that he nearly stuttered.
„Yes, sir, I thought about joining the Military Police!"
„The Military Police, huh?" He grinned. „Well, aren't you an ambitious one!" I'm sure you can do it."
Erwin felt very proud that this soldier thought he could get in the Military Police.
His smile seemed like it was glued on his face and so was Bernard's. He appeared to be finally relaxed too.
„Now, boys, I think you deserve this afternoon off school, to relax after the events of this exciting lunch break. Don't you think, Mark?"
„Definitely."
They glanced at each other, shocked. Are they serious?
„But, sir, our lessons…"
„Don't worry, we'll go and speak to your teachers about it. We give you permission to go home, or go play somewhere, whatever you like. We are really, really grateful to you. This is the least we can do. Now, go on home."
The boys started to walk away slowly, still don't believing their chance. The soldiers didn't stop them, just smiled at them encouragingly.
When they neared the first corner, they looked back, and saw the soldiers entering the school building.
„Wow, I can't believe how lucky we are!" exclaimed Erwin. He never was so much animated in his life.
„Yes!" He never saw Bernard being so animated either. „I still can't believe it! We deserved punishment, and we got ourselves a free afternoon!" His smile faltered a bit. „Of course, it was all thanks to you. I did nothing."
Erwin looked at him, surprised.
„What? You were there the whole time."
The smile now fully disappeared from Bernard's face. He shrugged, looking away.
„I did nothing. You did the talking."
„You were there. You supported me." said Erwin.
Bernard glanced at him, to catch the serious expression on the blond's face.
„You were there." he insisted, with a smile.
The brunette finally smiled back.
They walked silently for some time, then Bernard spoke again.
„You were so brave. I'm sure you will do great in the military."
„You think so?" Erwin's voice was full of happiness and hope.
„Yes." Suddenly, mischief appeared in the voice of the brown-eyed boy. „You're quite a talker. I didn't take you for that kind of person."
Erwin felt a little embarassed. Sure, he didn't open up for people like this often. But it was so easy with Bernard.
„Well, yes, I only talk this much, when I'm excited." he explained, then he felt the need to shoot back. „ I didn't take you for a talker either, but it seems like it's no problem to you!"
Bernard blushed.
„It's the same for me. I'm excited, that's all."
They were silent for another minute, then Bernard spoke again.
„You're going home?"
„I think so, yes. And you?"
„Me too."
Quiet again. Erwin was trying to think of something. Now, that they calmed down a little, the situation was a little awkward. Finally, he decided to talk about the only thing he knew about Bernard.
„Hey, I know you draw pictures, is that true?"
The change in Bernard was visible. He stood taller, and his face became delighted. Erwin knew he did good to bring this up.
The brunette talked about drawing and Erwin listened, interested. The conversation flew easily once again. Too soon, it seemed, they arrived at Bernard's house.
„Well, here we are." he said, looking a bit sad.
„…Yes."
They were standing next to each other, facing the building, like if they stared at it long enough, it would disappear.
Bernard looked nervous once again, and it seemed like he wanted to say something, but was too shy to ask.
„What is it?" Erwin smiled at him, reassuring.
„I was wondering… you know, my mother's not at home, she's working… and if you would like to see my drawings… maybe you could come in?" he looked very anxious now, averting his eyes from Erwin, and blushing deep red.
Erwin smiled, and simply said:
„That would be great, thanks."
The timid boy looked at him astonished, then his face bloomed with a smile so bright that Erwin knew, he will never forget it in his whole life.
To be continued
End of Chapter One
The scared boy
20 june 2014
A.N:
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