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Eren's POV

Small puffs of white dusted the sun as it shone down on the steaming remains of numerous amounts of slain titans. I looked up at the sky and squinted slightly at the sudden intrusion of light to my eyes.

Levi wasn't back. It's been over an hour. He and Petra had gone to fight two variants that were reportedly seen running into one of the lines. This wasn't right. None of this was right. The number of titans encountered was staggering, and variants were all over the place. Titan after titan kept appearing, and the squads were more than exhausted. One squad had already been decimated.

Armin noted that the titans they had seen had appeared to be moving north. He concluded that there must be something happening back at the walls, and if Armin was right, we could be facing another tragedy just like 5 years ago. Armin spoke to Commander Erwin and he ordered a retreat. However, Levi and Petra weren't back.

I met up with Mikasa who handed me some water. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until I felt the cool liquid slide down my dry throat. The patted me on my shoulder.

"You've done well today Eren. I'm glad. You aren't hurt anywhere?"

I wiped the remaining water drops off my face with the back of my sleeve.

"I'm fine Mikasa. I'm just worried about Levi and Petra. It's been an hour since they left."

I looked down at the grass, which was waving slightly in the late afternoon wind.

"Eren." A stern look painted on her delicate face. "I'm sure they are both fine. Annie's squad isn't back yet either, so please don't worry."

I gazed up at her, my sea-green eyes meeting her stormy gray ones. Mikasa still wore my red scarf I gave her when we were small. "Yeah…" I replaced the worry in my eyes with a strong confidence. "He's humanity's strongest right? Of course he's fine!" After all, I have to have confidence in the person I love.

Mikasa noticed my sudden change in character and smiled.

"You're strong Eren. Please don't change." She patted my shoulder once again and began to walk back to the others.

Before I could process what she meant, a black line of smoke appeared a little ways away behind some trees. The confidence I had ushered out of myself a moment ago completely disappeared.

Without thinking, I picked my feet off the ground and ran. I believe I ran even faster than I ever did in training.

I was almost upon the source of the black flare. I was panting heavily, and sweat dripped off my hair, which Mikasa had always described as a chocolate colour. I finally reached where the flare had been fired, however the black and grey haze all around me was blocking me from seeing anything. Titan steam and the black flare smoke had somehow mixed together to create this mass of…well…gray.

It was hard to see, and the haze was stinging my eyes. A bit of orange hair caught my attention in the grass. Only one person has that sort of orange rust colour.

"Petra!" I started to lightly run towards her. "Thank goodness! I thought you guys-"

I noticed her hair was mixed with another colour. The same colour stained the grass around her.

My eyes widened. "P-Petra…?" I slowly approached the mangled mass on the red land. I was standing in front of someone I fought alongside with for so long. I was standing in front of someone whose smile was being shown to me only an hour ago.

Her voice started ringing in my head. "Eren! Watch the others. We'll be back in just a bit!"

Her smiled was the brightest thing I had seen that day. It graced over her lips so naturally, and yet here I was, staring at her mouth that was no longer lifted into a smile. Her eyes were dark, and her mouth hung open slightly. I couldn't do anything but stare at her mangled form, soaked in blood. I felt so helpless.

"Petra…" I breathed. My voice cracking halfway through her name.

"Where's….Levi…?" My mind starting spinning.

Levi wouldn't leave her here like this. No. Not Levi. I began to run. I screamed his name countless times.

The haze started clearing finally, but it didn't make a difference to me.

"Levi!" I screamed over and over again.

My mind was reeling. Where was he? Why wasn't he responding? Why did he leave Petra? Did he go back for reinforcements? Then finally, my eyes found his figure,

I stopped. Everything stopped. Time itself stopped. The world stopped spinning. The sun stopped shining. The clouds no longer drifted gracefully in the sky. I stopped breathing. My heart stopped beating.

My body felt heavy. My eyes no longer shone. I couldn't move. I couldn't cry. I couldn't scream. I was standing there, like a fool. And again, completely helpless.

"L-Le..vi…."I choked out finally after what seemed like an eternity of just standing there.

I stared at his crumpled body, his eyes halfway open. His mouth hung open slightly. Blood trickled down from a deep gash on his forehead.

Blood covered his beautiful form. I stared longer at the seemingly lifeless heap of the only person I had ever come to love.

I finally found my words, and I started to run. My legs felt like lead, as I ran frantically to where he lay.

"LEVI!"

I reached his body, and my hands flew under him to scoop him up. Tears streamed down my face as I held his broken form in my arms. His arm was twisted at an odd angle, and gashes littered his torso. Blood soaked into my greenish shirt as I held him up to me. I laid his head on my chest, and leaned into his head carefully. I felt a slight shift as I cradled him.

He moved. He was breathing. He was alive.

My head darted back up and I looked down to him. My eyes met with his cloudy grey ones.

"Levi!" I leaned down to him once more. "You're OK….." I breathed, choking on my words.

"Er..en.." I'm-I'm not going…to be able t-to hold on much l-longer…so please listen to me…"

"What? N-No! Levi, you're going to be fine, I'm going to go get help and-" I was cut off as he shakily placed a bloodied hand on my dirtied, tear-stained face.

"Eren…no." His breathing became shallow. "L-Listen to me.. It-It's too late…just….lis..ten.."

His words were becoming more and more broken as he spoke. I slowly nodded, my head urging him to go on.

"I l-love you Eren… I promise..t-that we'll meet again..s-somewhere.. in a world where.. t-titans don't exist.. I'll wait for you brat… so please.. do the same.."

His breath came out in shallow huffs as he breathed out his last.

"Eren.. I love…"

His hand fell, and the light in his eyes faded. His chest no longer moved. His mouth still hung slightly open, his lips red from the blood that had made its way to his mouth. The same lips that used to tell me good morning and goodnight.

"I promise…"

His voice started repeating itself in my head. I just wanted to hold him. Tell him everything was going to be Ok…

"We'll meet again.."

I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to tell him that we were going home. I wanted him to get up and walk hand in hand together as we walked back.

"Eren.."

I wanted to love him for the rest of my life.

"I love you."

But after all, a corpse can't move.

I stared at him, unable to move, unable to speak. I called out to him again as I wiped some of the caked blood and dirt off of his face.

"Hey. Levi. We're going to go home. Together. With Armin and Mikasa and Petra… Hey…"

I falsely smiled down at him, with new tears replacing the old ones on my face.

"Hey…"

I slightly shook him. His limp body followed my motion, but his eyes remained the same.

I lifted my head up. I felt a new feeling inside me that I wasn't familiar with. My eyes flooded with anger and hate.

I hate them.

I HATE them.

They've taken away everything. My home. My mother. My friends. My town. My life. And now they've taken the only thing I ever cared about.

My fake smile faded and I screamed. Tears were becoming rivers down my face now as I held the corpse of the most important person in my weak arms.

"Please…don't take him away…"

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't focus. All I could do was cry and scream at the sky.

After an eternity of screaming and begging him to come back, I came to my senses. I looked at his eyes. He had the same dull look Petra did. He was gone. He wasn't coming back.

I held his limp body in my arms. I leaned my head down to meet his. I touched my forehead with his, and laced my fingers with his for what would be the last time.

In a hoarse voice, I managed the last words I would ever say to him.

"Goodbye…Levi.."

I took him closer to me as several more tears silently slid down my cheeks.

"Rest well…"

I gasped as I bolted upright in my bed. My breathing was ragged and heavy. My head felt like it was going to split open. My heart was pounding, and my limbs felt like pudding.

Again.

That same dream again.

I had been having the same dream about the same damn person for as long as I could remember. And I remember everything.

That dream wasn't just a dream. I remember holding his broken form in my arms. I remember his blood that coated my arms and shirt. I remember brushing his blood matted hair aside, telling him it would be alright. I remember watching the light fade from his stormy eyes, as his head fell back and his chest ceased to move.

I remember loving him and staying by his side until the day he left.

I rubbed my head, making small circles with my two index fingers against my temple. I sat up more, and listened to the deafening silence that began to close in around me.

I noticed that the house was oddly quiet. Mikasa must have gone to work already. Nothing really changed from my past life to this one. My mother was still dead. Mikasa and Armin were the only two people in my life that were family. Although I can't leave out the others. Hanji, Christa, Ymir, Marco, Annie, Sasha, Connie, and even that horse-faced Jean was also considered family. I know one thing remained the same no matter how I looked at things. Levi was still gone.

I glanced at the clock.

7:48

My eyes widened. Shit! Hanji is going to have my ass if I'm late again.

I work at a small café a few blocks down from where Mikasa and I live. Hanji was my boss, and when she wasn't on my ass about being late and always falling and tripping over things, she was conducting weird experiments in her lab. Ymir and Christa were two of our waitresses, Marco ran the cash register along with Annie, Jean was the baker, and Connie is known as having the job of keeping Sasha's face out of the pastries. I myself was a waiter, when I wasn't late that is. Although, despite always being late, I can always count on Connie to have some shit excuse that Hanji would always believe.

I actually really liked working. My job was fun, and when I was at work, I would laugh and smile like any other normal 19 year-old. Everyone played around, but at the same time we worked hard. Our café was a very famous café. It was known widely for the treats and coffee we served. It also became a huge hit during the seasons when Jean would create a new flavour to bring in the holidays. Hanji had suggested some new flavours for Jean to try, but Jean kicked her out of the kitchen when she suggested a turkey eggnog flavoured coffee blend.

The café was called Vanilla Bean which Hanji named after her goldfish named Bean who died "unexpectedly" one day. That poor goldfish probably decided it had had enough of Hanji's experiments.

I frantically rummaged through my drawer to find my uniform. When my hands found the wrinkled white shirt, I threw it on and searched for the tie as well.

Once I was done dressing I took a look in the mirror.

My eyes had massive bags underneath them, my chocolate hair was strewn all around my head, and my black tie was crooked. I took another glance at the small navy alarm clock that sat on my bedside table.

7:57

Yup. I was gonna be late again. I ripped the door to my bedroom open, and flew into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth as fast as I possibly could, and ran my tan fingers through my hair. It didn't make my hair look great, but at least it didn't look like I woke up in the woods.

I snatched my bluish grey jacket that hung on a hook by the door. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, and when I had finally zipped it up, I grabbed my bag and tore out of the house.

Lucky for me, I lived right by the café, so I only had to run a few blocks.

Although I was feeling sluggish from lack of sleep, I was happy to see everyone. I was grateful to have everyone here. In a world where they didn't exist. We were free to live out our lives as we pleased, and I didn't have to watch my friends have their lives ripped away from them before my eyes.

However, there was still one thing on my mind that was weighing me down. It had been weighing me down for years, and for some reason the feeling today was worse than it's ever been.

That person who had been torn from my life hasn't returned. His promise… I had been thinking that that promise was never going to be fulfilled. I will never be able to gaze into his grey eyes. I will never be able to place my lips on his. I will never feel his fingers intertwined with mine. I will never feel his warm body pressed against mine as his mind wanders in his sleep. Never again will I ever be able to feel anything from him. Because they took it all away from me.

The only reminder I have in this dull life that has haunted me for 19 years, the only thing that proves to me that he was real, the only thing that keeps me going, but at the same time kills me, is his name.

Levi.

This marks the end of the chapter! ^ ^ I really like the plot, although I've already seen this whole reincarnation hullaballoo already. ^ ^; Please review and let me know what it needs! Don't be afraid to tell me what you honestly think of it. Any criticism is highly appreciated as it can help me to improve my writing and make stories a little less...bad... o o; Thanks! \o 3 o/