Sorry for being MIA to my fellow readers. Yes, I am writing a new story. No, I won't drop How About a Little Bit of Sex Education or This Isn't a Battle of Bands. Though honestly, I need to time to finalize the plot and see where it will go. This story is in first person and present tense. I don't have experience in writing in this perspective so forgive me for all my mistakes. I'm writing a reincarnation story because I love reading them. I just realized that I didn't have one, so I wanted to make one. So here it is. I think this story will be a bit different from other reincarnation stories, but I like it. I hope you guys will enjoy this.
I move my body to the music, ignoring the extra weight on the side from my acoustic guitar. I hold onto the mic in front of me, remembering the meaning of the whole song. I smirk for the camera that I know is in front of me and my two friends. I open my mouth to finish the last chorus of the song with my low baritone voice.
"It was like a nightmare and it's painful for me," I clutch my shirt at my chest. "Because nobody wants to die too fast."
"Remember the day of grief, now it's strange for me," I clench my teeth for dramatic effects.
"I could see your face," I bring my hand to my face, caressing it. I slowly reach for my ear and then point to the camera. "I could hear your voice."
"Remember the day we met and it's painful for me," I grip the mic with both my hands, leaning forward with the stand. Blinded by the white bands on my face, all I can see are huge viridian eyes looking at me. "Because nobody wants to die too fast."
"Remember the day we dreamt and it's painful for me," I sing breathlessly, revealing a defeated laugh as I envision the ocean.
"I could see your face," I reach out to the camera and clench my fist. I pull my fist to my chest as I sing the last words of the song. "I could hear your voice."
I continue to sway to the outro that my friends are providing. Once the ending is approaching, I grab the mic stand and lower my head at the last note. A quiet moment passes before I hear my friend jump into action.
"Aaaaaaand CUT!" Hanji announces as she runs for the camera while ripping off the white bandages that covered her eyes. On her way, she runs into everything in her way. I roll my eyes as random shit fell everywhere.
"Sheesh Hanji, watch where you're going or you're gonna make Petra check on us," I lecture her as I pull off my bandages.
"Nah, she's already coming," Mike informs us with a sniff. He pulls off his bandages as well.
"Sorry," Hanji chuckles as she looks over their video.
"Ugh, shitty glasses," I respond.
"Levi? Is everything alright, sweetie?" Petra's voice comes through the closed door of the garage.
"Everything is alright, ma! We just knocked down the table," I reply loudly for my mother to hear.
"Oh, okay then. Come upstairs soon, all of you. Dinner's almost ready," Petra informs all of us.
"Okay!" We three reply simultaneously.
"Alright, now I just need to edit the ending out and then we can put this up on YouTube," Hanji says as she goes to my laptop on the table against the wall. "We don't need to do a retake, it's good."
Mike and I come up behind her. We watch as she swiftly edit the ending out. She opens google chrome and goes to YouTube. My account is already on, so she simply uploads the video. She titles it "No Name - The Reluctant Heroes (Original Song)." After writing a quick description, she posts the video to the public.
"We finally hit four million subscribers," Mike comments on as he pulls off his tie, feeling his neck was too constricted.
"Four million people and we haven't found a single person who can recognize our symbol," I scoff as I turn to look at the painting on the cement wall.
The painting on the wall behind their music equipment stands there proudly. I am seventeen, a soon to be senior in high school. A few years ago, I was able to connect the dots of his recurring nightmares. The dreams were too real to just be a dream. The sounds of the dead screaming. The feel of blood splattering on me. The giants, titans, who effortlessly ate my comrades. The hopelessness I felt when I looked at my friends' dead bodies. And then the warmth I felt from the smile of one single person. The person who longed for freedom with a fire in his viridian eyes.
I thought the dreams were about my past life. I only really figured that out because I was able to recognize some people in my dream and some I couldn't. People can only dream about people they had seen before. Mike and Hanji were in my dream and they were real. Some others, I was sure that if I saw them in real life, I wouldn't had missed them. I asked my childhood friends about the idea of reincarnation in the most subtle way I could. Needless to say, it wasn't subtle at all.
My friends laughed at me, assuring me that they did believe in reincarnation. Although none of us would ever admit to it, we cried that day. The three of us were happy that we each weren't alone with the nightmares we had. Soon the dreams stop being dreams, they became memories. We are able to remember things of our past lives like one would remember what they ate the night before. With the memories, we've come to yearn to reconnect with those from our past lives.
Being the stereotypical suburban kids we are, the three of us are a garageband. Hanji decided that we should put videos up online with the survey corps insignia in the background. With this, people from our past with their memories intact could see us, knowing they weren't alone. We didn't want attention, meaning we wanted privacy, so we became a No Name band. We have a email specifically for our YouTube, hoping that if someone recognizes us, they would email them. Of the two years since we started posting videos, all we received were fan mails, dick and boobs pictures. Humans are truly disturbing creatures.
"Patience is a virtue," Hanji replies to me. "Maybe we should just do something stupid, hoping it'll become viral. Then more people will know about us."
"To what do you suggest for that?" I roll my eyes.
"Violence is the key," Hanji smirks.
"Hanji, what the fuck?" I scoff.
"Actually, I think we're good," Mike interrupts as he motions us to look back at my laptop. "I guess doing an original song was a good choice."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Apparently, Levi is a 'sexy ass beast' when performing a song from his heart. Not my words, theirs," Mike informs us.
"Damn these teenagers are so openly fucking thirsty theses days," I roll my eyes again. "Back then, they at least knew what shame was."
"Yea, because that way you can constantly destroy their innocence," Hanji laughs even after I smack her in the head.
"We'll come back to this later. Petra is probably waiting for us," I sigh.
"Yes, we know. We heard your mommy calling us earlier," Mike chuckles.
"Shut up," I growl as I push him with my shoulder.
In this life, I was born to a mother named Petra Ral. In the past life, Petra worked for me. After discovering this, I've come to find it hard to call her my mother. I still loved her as my mother, obviously. However, to me, she is still a subordinate that I couldn't protect. Also, I still look nothing like her. I have no idea why fate decided to have Petra give birth to me. If anything, I fucking look like a demon child born to a holy angel. Even before I started to remember everything, I always wondered why I looked nothing like Petra. However, she always tells me that I am definitely her child. She always threatens to show me a video of my birth which I gladly refuse to watch. She also assures me that I am my biological father's son.
Which is a fucking laugh, because, in this life, my father is Erwin fucking Smith.
If Petra was to ever regain her memories, I would have to thank her for divorcing the man shortly after my birth. It would've been weird as fuck to have your previous superior, borderline friend, as your father. Oh, and let's not forget the time I tried to kill him. I am thankful that he doesn't have his memories as well. It would've been awkward to grow up around that. Although I don't know all the little details, but apparently Petra couldn't love Erwin anymore and so she divorced him. She has full custody of me, but Erwin can see me whenever he wants to, which is why he never fought for the custody of little old me. Then again, it doesn't help that the two of them live right next to each other. It isn't an exaggeration. Erwin literally lives next door to Petra.
I have parents who are weird as fuck. And yes, they are both blonde while I have a lovely head of black hair. I literally defy science, because even Hanji couldn't fathom why I look this way. Although she is glad I look the same as I did in the previous life. She said that if I was naturally a blonde, she would no doubt break into my house at night just to dye my hair black. However, she is so disappointed that I am no longer five feet and three inches.
I am five feet and nine inches tall. I grew six inches in this life. I suppose having an abundance of nutrients from the moment when you were born does add to your growth.
I kick Hanji into the kitchen, which is connected to the garage by a door. She stumbles through the door, letting out a yelp. Petra looks over at us, confused. She shakes her head with a smile, understanding what an awesome friend I am to Hanji. The three of us sit down at the dining table as Petra grab the food from the island.
"It smells delicious, Ms. Ral. Is that chicken alfredo with a hint of lemon and rosemary?" Mike ask as he sniffs the air. Of course this dog would know.
"Why, thank you. But it's not a 'hint' if you can tell," Petra laughs as she sits down to eat with us.
"Ma'am, I won't tell. My lips are sealed," Mike laughs back.
"Alright then," Petra chuckles. "Are you kids staying over?"
"Yes ma'am, we brought our stuff over and told our parents," Mike replies.
"We gotta hang out for the last day of our summer vacation," Hanji explains. She then turns to look at me and Mike. "Tomorrow marks senior year. We have to plan how to leave with a bang."
"Well, there's always murder," I offer to the table.
"Levi!" Petra scolds me.
"I'm just kidding ma," I laugh and then become serious. "However, Dok better watch out."
"Dok? I hate him too, Levi," Hanji gags in disgust. "Don't worry though, I heard he's busy being sweet on a girl."
"Who would date that greasy ball of sh-, crap?" I ask as I cautiously look at Petra. She's giving me a warning look. "Crap isn't a swear word, ma. And even if it was, it's pretty weak."
Petra rolls her eyes at me. She always wonders where I get my eye rolling skills from and it's from her, no doubt. Even without all the genetic shitfest that I don't understand, the woman still raised me, so we are quite similar.
"Anyways, to answer your question… Marie," Hanji says as she nods her head.
"Apparently, she's already pregnant," Mike adds. "I don't think she'll be at school anymore."
"What is with this generation of kids these days?" I huff out a huge sigh as I drink the tea that Petra served beforehand.
"You're part of that generation, Levi," Petra laughs. "Stop acting like an old man."
"I apologize for not running around and getting women pregnant, ma," I roll my eyes again.
"If you could impregnate a guy, I don't doubt that you would do that," Hanji smirks from behind her teacup.
"What the entire fuck?!" I nearly choke on my tea from my outburst. I look at Hanji as if she's crazy. Who the hell was I kidding? The bitch is fucking crazy.
"Levi! Language," Petra scolds me once again. I shrug my shoulders and she in turn shakes her head, knowing that she can't change me. She then looks at our plates, realizing that we are practically done eating. "If you guys are done, you can go back and play. I'll clean up."
"We do not 'play,'" I roll my eyes yet again.
"It's just an expression, sweetie," Petra rolls her eyes back at me. "Make sure to sleep early. You're driving tomorrow, are you not?"
"That I am," I nod.
"Thank you for the food Ms. Ral," Hanji and Mike express their gratitude.
"You two are always welcome to eat here," Petra smiles back at them.
We head back to the garage and pack up the music equipment. I grab my laptop and we go to my bedroom on the second floor. My bedroom has a twins bed, a small couch, a small coffee table, a desk with everything that comes with a desk, a dresser, a full body mirror, and a closet. I put my laptop on the desk and go to sit on my bed. Hanji jumps on my bed, nearly making me fall. While Mike laughs as he sits down on the couch.
"What do you guys wanna do this year?" Hanji asks.
"Find someone who remembers the bullshit we know," I say.
"Find a way to make people we do know remember the bullshit we know," Mike says.
"Speaking of which, who do you guys want to find the most?" Hanji questions.
"Eren, for obvious reasons," I answer. Eren Jaeger, the boy in my memories who was also my lover. "But I would also like to find Isabel and Farlan. It would put me at peace to know that they're doing well and are happy."
"Ah… right, those two," Hanji nods as she remembers them. She only knew my past life's childhood friends for a bit. "I want to find Moblit. I want to thank him for saving my life back then. It would also be nice to see Armin. He was so smart in that world. He must be a genius in this world as well. I wanna play chess with him."
"I already found who I wanted to see," Mike answers the question.
"And who the hell is that?" I ask, all my attention on the huge guy in my room.
"Why the fuck didn't you say anything?" Hanji looks as if she is about to murder our friend.
"Because it's awkward," Mike replies. He looks straight at me in the eyes. "It's your father in this life."
"Erwin?!" I exclaim. Suddenly, I remember a conversation I had with Hanji. "Shit!"
"Yes! Levi you owe me a whole goddamn cake full of sugar," Hanji laughs. She jumps on me, shaking my whole body.
"That bet has been invalid for at least two thousand years. I owe you shit," I retorted as I push her off.
"A bet is a bet," Hanji proclaims with a smirk.
"Even so, we don't even know. Let's not jump to conclusions," I point out. Hanji backs off and presents Mike to me, waiting. I turn to look at Mike. "This is serious, Mike. Answer truthfully. Were you fucking Erwin in our past life?"
"Oh my gawd, you both are insufferable," Mike sighs.
"Don't put me on the same level as this nutcase!" I yell.
"Who gives a shit? Just tell us Mike!" Hanji exclaims.
"Yes, guys, we were fucking," Mike reveals.
"You, sir, owe me a cake," Hanji points at me. "And it better be expensive. Make it at least somewhat equivalent to the expenses from two thousand years ago."
"Ugh, fine," I give in. "Ey, Mike, were you top or bottom?"
"That's a personal question," Mike replies as he slowly shook his head. Then he starts to evilly smile. "Let's just say that I pounded that ass to heaven."
"Mike, my man," Hanji high fives Mike.
I shake my head at my friends' antic. For the rest of the night, we cruised through the internet on my laptop. At the end of the night, Hanji slept with me on my bed while Mike's big ass took the whole couch by himself.
"Hurry the fuck up! We gotta go!" I yell before I open the front door. I turn around and walk outside, leaving the door open. I unlock my car as I walk to it. I am dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Coming, my used to be munchkin!" Hanji yells back.
"Fuck off, shitty glasses!" I retort, knowing full well that Petra is gone, unavailable to give me an earful for swearing like a sailor.
"Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?" Hanji gasps as she walks out the door. She is wearing an elbow length sleeve grey sweater with black skinny jeans.
"In fact, I do," I reply as I open the driver's seat. I see Mike in the corner of my eye, in his tight white t-shirt and jeans, locking the door. The thing about my insufferable friends is that I knew them well enough (of fucking course I do) to give them a copy of my house key. Well, Petra's house. She doesn't need to know about all the details.
"First day of school today?" A deep voice came from behind me. I turn around and see Erwin in a suit.
"Yea, dad," I hella try not to cringe at my own words. "You going to work?"
"Yes," Erwin replies. "You should come see me sometimes."
"I literally live next door. You can come see me if you want," I retort.
"I know, I know. I just meant that you should come over so we can hang out," Erwin explains.
"Yea, I'll try," I spit out as natural as I could. Which is a fucking fail. However, Erwin doesn't seem fazed by it.
"That's good," Erwin smiles. He then looks over to Hanji and Mike. "Morning, Emily and Aiden."
"Morning, Mr. Smith," They respond.
With that, the three of us hop into the car, throwing our bags in the back with Mike. I start the engine as they both buckle up. As I back up on the driveway, Erwin waves at us. We three awkwardly wave back.
"I still can't get over the fact that Erwin and Petra were born with their full names from the previous life," Hanji grumbles indignantly. "It's so fucking unfair! Who the fuck wants to be an Emily when you can be a Hanji?"
"How did you end up as 'Levi' again?" Mike questions.
"I don't know. Petra told me that when she first saw me, she immediately just thought that I was a 'Levi,'" I reply as I make a turn.
"At least she wasn't wrong," Hanji says. "But you ain't no 'Ral.'"
"Can't be a 'Levi' without being an 'Ackerman,'" Mike comments.
"Yes, yes, I'll change my last name when we go to college," I say.
"Us too, because fuck Emily and Aiden," Hanji exclaims. Mike grunts in agreement.
I chuckle as I pull into the school parking lot. After finding an empty parking spot, I quickly assert my dominance in this school by taking the spot from a bunch of punk ass basics. The group in the other car are yelling profanities at me and I merely flick them off as I get out of the car. Hanji sticks out her tongue and Mike smirks as we walk by the car.
We walk inside the school through the front doors. There is a mass of people running around greeting each other and sharing the schedules. Mike leads the way to get our schedules and locker numbers. I lazily look around, observing people. Then, suddenly, I see a flash of red hair. There is only one person that I knew with that shade of red hair in pigtails. I quickly shove my student ID to Hanji, telling her to get my schedule.
I run, my heart racing. Could it really fucking be? As I get closer to her, I am about to call her name. I stop myself, because what if she didn't remember? I think about all the conversations we had and at that moment, I couldn't remember a thing. I run in front of her and turn to face her. It is fucking Isabel. She looks at me with questioning eyes. Her big green emerald eyes. She's wearing a white blouse with brown shorts over black tights. I just blurt out the first thing that came to my mind.
"You wouldn't happen to know what 22 + 18 is, do you?" I inwardly cringe, because that sounded like a shitty pickup line that doesn't even make sense. And why the fuck would I try to flirt with my own sister?
"It's forty," the redhead says. She looks over me and gives me a disgusted look. Goddamn it, how the fuck do I evacuate from this moment? "What are you trying to do?"
"Uh, nothing, just a random thought," I try to laugh it off, but it only came out awkwardly.
"I'm just messing with you, big bro," Isabel smiles at me. Before I can feel relieved, she throws her body at me. "You became so tall! And you're packed with muscles, even in this life."
"Goddamn it, Izzy. You scared the shit out of me," I grumble to her as I hold her in a hug. I ignore the height comment, because I could never be mad at her.
"Well, of all things to ask me, why that?" Isabel laughs as she slowly lets go of me. "And I missed you so much."
"I didn't know what to say," I say honestly as I look at her. I caress her cheek with my right hand. "I missed you too."
"Have you met Farlan in this life?" Isabel asks me.
"No. Have you?" I ask back.
"No," Isabel replies. "You are the first person I met from years ago."
"You are the fifth and the third to remember," I inform her.
"Really? Who are the others?" Isabel inquires.
"You might not remember them, but the two who remember are Hanji and Mike. The other two is Petra, who used to work under me, but is now my mother, and… Erwin," I answer.
"Erwin Smith?" Isabel gives me a face of disgust.
"Yes, the Erwin Smith. The man we tried to kill. But here is the kicker," I pause for dramatic effects. "In this life, he is my dad."
"Pfftwhahaha!" Isabel bursts out. "Erwin Smith is your dad?! Oh my god, that is karma."
"I know, right?" I chuckle. "How is your life here? Are you happy?"
"Me? I'm good. I am happy. I am adopted. Now, don't look so sad. I got adopted by a good family. I have nice parents and an older brother. They adopted me when I was seven. I've always had my memories, so I asked them to let me keep my name when they adopted me," Isabel tells me with a smile. "We just recently moved here since my father got relocated. We live in the Trost suburbs."
"You live in the Trost suburbs? I live there too. Hanji and Mike also live there. When did you move in?" I ask. "In case you wanted to know, I've only remembered for about two years."
"We moved in like last week, so it's no surprise that we haven't seen each other yet," Isabel answers. "And wow, only two years."
"Levi!" Hanji's voice fills in my ears. I soon feel the crazy woman jump on me. I push her off, shouting out profanities.
"Why'd you leave in a hurry?" Mike inquires. He then turns to look at Isabel. He sniffs the air a bit, trying to catch Isabel's scent. The one thing he learned in this life is personal space. "And this is?"
"Isabel?" Hanji guesses.
"Ah, you must be Mike and Hanji," Isabel says. "I remember you kicking our asses and I remember you giving me cookies."
"Ah, yes, that did happen," Mike nods. "Levi, I still can't fathom how you stopped a sword with a small ass knife."
"It's called skills," I smirk.
"And I see that big bro has become more sassy in this life," Isabel comments.
"Well, it's called having a normal life, Izzy," I retort.
"That it is," Isabel smiles.
"So, Isabel, what year are you? We're seniors this year," Hanji asks.
"I'm a senior as well," Isabel tells us.
It turns out that the four of us have the same schedule. Isabel had a good laugh when she found out what Hanji's and Mike's names were in this life. She said it didn't match them at all. Once the school bell rang, signaling that school ended, the we went to grab our stuff in our lockers and met outside. Some douche walked by and tried to make a pass at Isabel. I glared at that motherfucker to the ground. He ran away.
Finally in peace, I offer to drive Isabel back. She takes it, saying that she has to text her brother that she doesn't need to be picked up. We all gather into my car. Isabel sits in the passenger seat, leaving Hanji and Mike in the back.
The drive home is nice and quiet. Just kidding. The music is blasting while Hanji and I are singing at the top of our lungs. Isabel is shock as first, but then she starts dancing in her seat. Mike is in the backseat, tapping at whatever sounds right.
Once we are at my house, I kick all the dipshits out of my car.
"We'll see you tomorrow, Isabel!" Hanji waves at me and Isabel as she walks away with Mike.
"It was nice meeting you two," Isabel waves at them. Mike grunts back.
"So, Izzy, where do you live?" I ask as I take her backpack from her hands.
"Literally down the streets," Isabel replies, pointing to her house. "Corner house."
"Ah, I do faintly remember someone moving in there," I nod as I start to walk Isabel down the road.
"What were you doing to miss a family moving in throughout the whole entire day?" Isabel inquires as she intertwines our arms.
"Composing a music piece," I reveal.
"Oooh, since when were you musically adept?" Isabel looks over to me.
"I don't know. Maybe when I stopped fighting for humanity?" I question.
"I see," Isabel starts to chuckle. "And who are you writing for?"
"What makes you think there's a 'who?'" I ask, slightly pushing her to the side.
"You can't fool me, big bro," Isabel smirks. "Now you have to come in and have a long talk with me."
"What if I refuse? Are you going to try to lure me in your house with a broom?" I joke.
"Oh my god," Isabel laughs as she remembers what I was hinting at. "You heard that conversation?"
"You guys talk so loud. I could hear you guys from outside," I smirk.
"Well, to be fair, it would've worked on you back then. Now? I'm not so sure. I think you've upgraded from broom to something more fancy," Isabel deducts.
"Ah, yes, now I'm going to get vacuums and swifters for my birthday," I chuckle. "But in all seriousness, tell me about your family."
"Well, I think my big brother is home, so you'll meet him. He dresses a lot in feminine clothes, so don't make fun of him," Isabel says as we reach her property. We start to walk towards the door.
"Big brother? That's what you call him? Izzy," I look at Isabel with feigned hurt. "You replaced me?"
"Lol, shut up," Isabel lets go of my arm and pushes me as we reach the door. I chuckle again as I push her back. "My OLDER brother is home, so you can meet him."
"What's the family's surname?" I inquire as Isabel took out her key.
"Surname? They're the Jaeger family," Isabel tells me as she opens the door.
"Jaeger?" I ask, thinking that I heard it wrong. I walk in after her.
"Yea, Jaeger," Isabel repeats, giving me a confused look. She closes the door behind us, locking it.
Nah, man, it has to be a coincidence.
"Isabel, are you home?" A voice calls. Something about that voice just strikes my insides. The owner of the voice came into view.
For some goddamn reason I hear Bon Jovi's "You Give Love A Bad Name" in the back of my head. Goddamn it, Bon Jovi needs to get out of my head. I need to soak up the image before me, unless I wanted to go crazy. Wait, I can't soak it up. I am a teenager. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! Fuck these goddamn teenage hormones. I hope to god that it isn't happening. Shit, this is fucking happening.
I pop a boner upon meeting Eren Jaeger for the first time in this life.
"I'm guessing he's not a potential boyfriend?" Eren asks behind his fist. He chuckles a bit, blushing from the sight I'm giving him.
At least my dick isn't small.
I refuse to cover myself. It'll just make shit more awkward. I am not acknowledging the problem at hand like the teenager I am. Ah, Eren, is so beautiful. He stood there with his huge viridian eyes that are gawking at the size of my dick. His eyebrows were thin, unlike some somebody I knew. His cheeks were lean, but still has roundness to them. From what I can see behind his glossy pink painted fingernails, his lips were pink and plump. He has a head full of chocolate brown locks. His bangs are pulled backwards with a bobby pin. He's wearing a cream colored crop top that has long sleeves, exposing his shoulders. It goes really well his caramel skin tone, especially with his flat stomach peeking out under the shirt. Speaking of skin, his white short ass shorts reveal his tantalizing legs. They look so fucking soft to touch. The best part of everything is that I'm taller than him. God, Eren looks so adorable, but this is not the first impression I envisioned. I need to control myself or else this boner won't leave me. I force my gaze to Izzy, begging her to do something. She sees my gaze and tries hold back a smile by pursing her lips. This brat.
"Uh, no, Eren. This is Levi, another senior. He's my friend," Isabel tells Eren as she pulls me forward to the vixen in front of me. "Levi, this is my older brother, Eren. He's a senior in college."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Levi," Eren gives me a giggle or some sort as he offers his hand. He fucking giggles in this life. Adorable.
"The pleasure is mine," I take his hand and shake it firmly. He looks over me as we let go of hands, gently biting his lower lip. Is this punk fucking with me?
"Oh, yea, big bro, were you going to show me something?" Isabel brings up a new topic.
"Big bro?" Eren questions. No, Eren, just no. I love you, but no.
"I call dibs on that title," I smirk at him.
"What? You're not even her older brother," Eren looks at me as if I'm crazy. Is this karma for making fun of Erwin's eyebrows all of my life? Eren doesn't remember a thing, because I'm sure I told him about Isabel and Farlan in our past life. No, Levi, don't show your disappointment.
But damn, fuck my life.
Thanks for reading. You are all loved.