It's been so long since I've been here, I feel like dust and cobwebs fill up my account. Sigh. And just realized I haven't posted this here yet (it's up in my tumblr too!). I wrote this sometime last year. I don't know when I'll go back to writing - fiction or fanfiction. But in the meantime, as I try to work up my courage again, I hope you guys like this short one-shot!
Levi grew up to a world without sun. Once, his world was dark, but he pushed through. Once, he believed that he could survive through his and his comrades' strength alone.
But when he was offered a chance to see the sky, he took it.
It was ironic – pathetic, even – how all living beings were weak to freedom. Your upbringing didn't matter. Your strength didn't matter. Your damn principles didn't matter. All had the desire for freedom ingrained deep inside.
Was that desire his weakness? Or was it his greatest life choice?
In all honesty, he never expected a light to shine in the gloom of his world. Never expected a light to even come willingly and surround a man such as him.
It approached him first, bright and excited.
She was his sun – bright, cheerful, influential. Her radiance forced its way into his routine - in some ways strengthening his resolve, in other ways heightening his fear.
...
The thought scared him. He doubted himself for accepting this—this… her. A sun. After all, the sun always sets. No matter how bright it shone, no matter how high it soared, it will always come down – fall beyond the horizon, rest away from everyone's eyes. Who knows when she would go?
Some nights, Levi would ponder over this. And the mornings after that, he'd be awake to watch the sunrise, in time to watch his sun rise.
Then, she would groan and meet his eyes. And she would grin and once again, light shone on his world. The brightness returned. Her glow returned. His fear returned.
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Did he love her? Levi doubted it. Love was shitty - a useless waste of time in a world such as his.
But he did appreciate her. It's a truth that the sun would keep baring down on the earth – you could hate it, you could love it, but you can't do anything about it. And he supposes, that's the same case for her. He just chose to appreciate it.
It isn't love. It's, perhaps, acceptance. And forlorn, sweet surrender.
Still, days never seemed complete without her. Everything dimmed darker without her - more shadows around the corner and the world even crueler.
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And just like the sun, she may be going away, but she will come back. He knew she will.
He hoped she will.
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But the hand limped in his grasp.
Her eyes lost their glow.
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His sun had set.
This time, he knew she will never rise again.
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Night came and passed, and another day came around.
Life moves on.
Please don't hurt me. *runs away*