Author's Note:
Whoa. I'd never thought I would write an Unwind fanfiction, but hey, here it is. You whollies want some unwind jokes? Read my profile. Okay, but on the subject of the story, it's MiracoLev with ORIGINAL BOOK CHARACTERS (that's a first for my fanfictions) simply because I could only find one MiracoLev fanfiction on the entire internet. I'll stop blabbering and let you read. Oh, and don't forget to review! You might get chapters faster that way...
Chapter 1
Miracolina
Miracolina was always a believer in miracles. She had always known her purpose in life, encouraged it, in fact, but her cause had been corrupted and torn apart. Looking back, she knows it her savior wasn't an accident. He was a miracle. And his name was Lev Garrity.
Because of him, Miracolina could be here now, watching T.V. with her family. An occasion of bonding they had been careful to avoid before the tithing that never happened. They sit on their couch, surrounding the screen. Miracolina huddles in a blanket, trying to take interest in the news show currently displayed.
"-have not received any further information regarding the condition of the puppy. Ralphy Sherman, Channel Eight News. Back to you, Gwen."
Gwen holds her earpiece for a moment, the lag in video catching up with her. Finally she says, "Thank you, Ralphy. That will conclude our five-thirty show. Coming at seven; the impossible story of the clapper that didn't clap-" Miracolina almost leaps off of the couch at the mention of Lev. Lev! Immediately dozens of thoughts jolt through her head; Why would they be doing a story on Lev? Everyone already heard about his capper story, so... Is he okay? I would know if something happened to him, right? Matteo throws her a weird look, enough to make her pay attention for hope of finding answers. "-but this time, we'll be finding out what happened after. How he's been, what he's doing... You'll hear it here first, in a live interview with Levi himself! Tune in at seven!"
The news ends, cutting into commercials. Although Miracolina has no interest whatsoever in programmable brain tissue, her eyes stay glued to the screen. All this time, she had no idea where Lev was- heck, he could have been dead for all she knew. But simply knowing that he was alive and well sent her spirits soaring.
"Miracolina?" Matteo interrupts her from her thoughts. "You look like you just saw Santa fall from the sky."
She blushes, looking down. She hadn't told her family about her adventure with Lev; she somehow knew they would immediately disapprove, not wanting their daughter's life in the hands of someone who'd once been a clapper. As she'd never been good at lying, her parents suspect there's a missing piece of her story. They're right, of course, and Miracolina knows that she'll have to spill the whole fable someday. But before she does, she might as well dig up their opinions.
"So, that Lev," she says, immediately regretting it. The way it comes out is immensely awkward and out of place.
"Hmm, an escaped tithe who first opposed the thought of being undivided," her dad jokes. "You two would make a good pair."
Although Miracolina would never let on, she's been having the same thought for a while now. She knows it's a fantasy that will never come true; Lev is simply too busy for foolish relationships. He has much too much to worry about, he probably doesn't even think about her in the time they've been apart.
As much as Miracolina convinces herself to believe this, it isn't true. Because even though Lev does have a lot to think about, his mind always runs back to her. Even when he thinks she's forgotten him.
