A/N: So this will be a compilation of Rivetra drabbles I type up in the notes section of my iPod Touch (yes, these are typed from my iPod Touch) and so I apologize in advance if you spot any mistakes due to the fact that it is hard to edit with a tablet or an iPod Touch (don't have a laptop and the computer's always occupied with my parents :P)

Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy my future drabbles ;)

Disclaimer: I shall only state this once. I. Wish. I. Did. But. I. Do. Not. Own. Shingeki. No. Kyojin. And. Its. Characters.

(P.S. sometimes Petra and Levi are OOC but it's for the sake of my story. If you are bothered by this, then you don't have to keep reading)

Ok ENOUGH WITH MY BABBLING XD

Residue

Ashes were everywhere in her house as Levi inspected the area with a grave heart, searching to see if there was any of her belongings that he could salvage.

She was a brave young woman with a big heart no other human could ever match. A caring woman who was willing to sacrifice in order to help people when their in need, even if it costed her life.

And that was what ended up happening when a fire broke out within her place—flames eating up the walls of the living room when the electrical outlets bursted into flames due to over usage, immediately sending everyone out of the house before the flames' tongues could catch up to them and lick their clothes.

When her father counted up everybody after escaping, he realized that they were missing little Jasmine, a family friend's five-year-old in which they were babysitting for. Once Petra heard that she was missing, the auburn-haired woman was already sprinting towards the house, ignoring the desperate voice of father crying out her name multiple times.

She entered and searched high and low for Jasmine and was frightened by the possibility that the flames had already found her until she spotted long black on the staircase.

Petra flicked her eyes to the flames which wasn't so far from the staircase and she quickly took action, running up the steps and grabbing the toddler.

When it looked like the rescue was going to be successful, Petra tripped on the second to last step and fell with a great impact on the hard-wood floor against her head, with Jasmine falling on top of her stomach.

Jasmine stood up, trying to regain balance and shook Petra's shoulder in her way of telling her to get up.

"Petwa," Jasmine said, her voice trembling a little.

No response.

"Petwa?" Jasmine raised her voice and shook the woman's shoulder a little faster.

Still, nothing came out from the woman.

The flames were already getting closer every second the toddler spent as she continued to cry out Petra's name.

"PETWA!" Jasmine wailed, tears streaming down her apple cheeks.

It was no use. The impact was great enough to make her unconscious and so no matter how many Jasmine yelled her name, nothing helped.

The five-year-old allowed her gray eyes to look up and see that the fire was a couple of inches away from her and she began to flee out the door reluctantly, guilty of leaving her savior behind.

"Jasmine!" Petra's mother called out when he saw the little girl running towards him. Petra's mother took note of the amount of tears streaming from her eyes, allowing his face to wear an expression of worry.

"Where's Petra?"

The toddler only shook her head in response, making both parents widen their eyes in shock.

"M—my daughter's..." Petra's father couldn't bear to say the last word and it was not necessary to say it anyway. His wife cupped her mouth and tears escaped from her copper eyes as she mourned over their deceased daughter. Their only child.

The sound of a fire truck blared in their ears and firefighters were already pouring out of the vehicle and into what once was their humble abode. Some firefighters extinguished the fire with water from their hoses while others went to attempt a rescue for the amber-haired woman.

But alas, they only found her burnt remains, marking the day in which Petra earned her wings.

News about Petra's death spread throughout the neighborhood faster than the flames of the fire, showering the Ral family with pity.

The news eventually arrived to Levi which was what caused him to break down for the first in a long time.

After all, Petra was someone that he cared for deeply.

Really deep.

He drove to where the house was the next day and stepped into its charred remains. And that's where he was now. Standing and searching for whatever he could salvage in memory of her.

He searched for a few minutes and failed to see anything. That is, until he saw something in the pile of rubbish in front of what was once the staircase glimmer underneath the sunlight.

He approached to where the object shined, stepping over burnt pieces of wood, and bent down, removing the pile of rubbish only to reveal a metal bracelet that had the word "courage" engraved on it.

How the bracelet miraculously survived the fire, Levi had no idea but he didn't care. He had something of Petra and that's what only mattered.

He picked it up with care—the filthiness that he bothered not—and ran his finger through the word "courage".

"Petra," Levi began as he held the bracelet in front of him like it was Petra herself. "please know that your death wasn't in vain." His voice choked at the word "death" but he continued what he had to say.

"I just wanted to say," A tear formed in his right eye. "thank you for saving Jasmine." With that said, he clutched what was left of her in his hand tighter and looked up into the blue sky.

"Thank you for saving my sister."