Levi Ackerman, Captain in the Survey Corps, straightened his black tie. He scanned himself head to toe: full black tailcoated suit with a white rose in his coat pocket. Brown shoes with black laces. He scanned the crowd on his left and his right: on his right, comrades from the Recon Corps dressed in their best as well, Erwin smiled as Levi walked passed, Sasha blew her nose and wept a puddle in her chair, while also munching on a handful of cake she obviously stole. On Levi's left there sat an old man alone with the happiest expression Levi ever saw. He was looking at the person next to him, and looked like he was about to weep. It was Petra's father, and the person next to Levi was Petra. Her face was powdered with expensive make-up but it had to be her, the dress was modest with laced gloves and a blouse top. They were walking away from the alter and a priest, the nuptials had ended. She turned to him, now a happy bride and a stoic husband, "Erin's speech was wonderful. Are you as happy as I am?" He stayed expressionless and nodded. "Really? Then why don't you smiling Levi?" The soldier's head hung low and he covered his mouth "I am happy. I just don't want to show it" "You can now Levi, please, you can open up to me." She lifted up his chin and kissed him again on the lips. He was startled, but felt himself smile in the kiss. He started to cry, cry from tears of joy. Petra broke the kiss and smiled. "Petra... I love you." He whispered, smiling while wiping his face. "I love you too Levi." She answered. The short groom fell to his knees, completely overcome with emotion "I've been holding this in for.. for so many years," he sniffles "I promise to always love you!" "Always?" Petra gasps "And will you always protect me?" "Yes!" He sobbed, "Promise?" "Yes Petra." "Then why didn't you?" Levi froze, his eyes widened in fear, "Wh-what?" "I said: why didn't you?" He looked up to his bride, and leaped back in horror; the make up that made her face vibrant had turned from a light tan to a pale anemic color. Petra's eyes looked distant and sunken into her skull. Her formerly white wedding dress transformed into a slim black funeral gown. Levi trembled, but was too scared to react. For the first time in years, he felt primal fear in his heart. Petra reached down with a cold bluish hand and pulled the rose from his pocket, "Levi," she whispered, "You haven't answered the question." "No! Please..." Petra put the white rose to her face and took a deep, tortured breath in, and the white rose was slowly stained red: red as blood. Levi began to cry tears of fear and eked out, "Stop... stop it." "I. Can't." Petra growled, dropping the rose and stomping on it, making it splatter like crushing the blood from a heart. The red from the rose streamed from her mouth as her neck contorted with the sound of breaking bones. "But you. You could have! Now you'll always be alone!" She wailed like a banshee. Levi curled into a ball and covered his ears, crying as he heard her repeat over and over "Now you'll always be alone! Now you'll always be alone! Now you'll always be alone!"
Then Levi woke up in his army cot. Alone.
