The sun was always out of his reach.
Be it when he awakes to another early morning of training. So early that the moon is still on its way out.
Or be it during his days worn away as a thug in the underground city below the Capitol. When he'd spend his time in dark, hollow spaces of clamped dirt and gloom alike. When the only 'sun' he'd ever laid eyes upon was the minute glimmer through the cracks of rusting old rooves.
The sun was always too far away.
And yet, Petra is the first to catch his eye, through the thick crowd of newly graduated trainees. She's standing, hands positioned in a graceful salute, offering her heart to the king. And offering her life to mankind. And praying that enrolling herself in the Survey Corps was not her offering her flesh to the Titans.
Levi sees through her perfectly assembled facade; a mask of determination and resolution alike. Because in reality, her legs are shaking, her heart wavering. Tears screaming at her to be released from the glands in her eyes, only to be retained.
But the sun is burning as bright as ever on that day as well. And Levi takes it upon himself to decide that he'd be able to successfully point her out; remember her; treasure her; no matter where they are.
Because the sun brings out the golden of her hair so beautifully.
On the day that the sky brings along with it, a heavy downpour of racking sobs, Levi finds Petra's tiny frame huddled up in the darkest corner of her room.
The sun had gone into hiding.
And so had she.
Hair plastered to her face, the rain makes it turn a darker shade in comparison to its original color. And Levi thinks he's never seen anything so pitiful.
But then he also realises something else.
Petra and the blazing orb in the sky are far too much alike.
And likewise, their fates were intertwining into something of a twisted, sick analogy.
He traces his pale fingers over the girl's smiling face. Even now, she, having been reduced to a distant memory in an evanescent photograph; the sun continues to jeer at Levi, its rays reflecting against the photo paper brilliantly; effectively blinding him with its brightness. Salty tears cloud his vision and Levi curses the sun for being so vivid.
Because he hates it for it.
The sun was always out of reach for Levi.
The sun was always too far away.
Petra was undoubtedly, his sun.
And undoubtedly, Petra Ral will always remain too far away.
A/N- In all honesty, I don't think this drabble was one of my best, but ugh, oh well :S
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