Credits/Disclaimers: The story is developed by me, everything else belongs to their respective creators. Written for RivaMikaWeek6 (December 25th, 2015-Jan 1st, 2016), Day 5: Tarot: Death (She sings a tune that marks the end.)

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Note: I am not late. I am ridiculously late, but here it is.

She was falling. It was not a spiraling-into-oblivion or a being-sucked-into-darkness sort of sensation, it was just falling. Somehow slowly, but very definitively. She could feel gravity and she could feel the wisps of air surrounding her, hugging her in a comfortably lonely embrace. It was odd, actually, to find the thought of the end to be so comforting. But perhaps, she was tired. Oh, whom was she mocking - she was tired. Oh so very tired.

She thought back to all the times when she had looked up to the sky - from her happy young days to her sad childhood memories, from her frantic naïve days in training to her precise and controlled searching gaze as a soldier. Her lips cracked the tiniest of smiles and she blinked. Her view seemed to be clearer as she opened her eyes and looked up at the receding trees once more.

Ludicrous. Not titans, but a tree. Not the inevitable attack, but a misstep. Not a life-threatening emergency, but lack of focus. She could laugh, she thought. But this - this silliness of the end - this finish, seemed all right. This was just fine. She was just fine. She was ready for this.

She blinked once more, promising herself that this would be the last time for she wanted to leave with her eyes open and after that last close-and-open of her lids, she saw something -someone rather - flying down to her. At a speed that was quite decidedly the opposite of her slow, soft descent. He looked serious, eyes focused, lips tight in a grim line and body tense. His hair flew backwards and that gave him a slightly aghast look. She decided she did not like that look on him.

She breathed deeply and exhaled slowly, the ground was not too far. Death. In front of her, he seemed to shout out something, a command maybe, or a request or...oh..."...kasa..." - her name, she believed.

Her smile bloomed a little.

Levi.