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He was shorter than me, elegantly dressed in a dark suit that was clearly tailored to fit his every curve. It hugged him in all the right places, showing off his slender, yet clearly toned, body. However, instead of wearing a traditional tie, I noted that he wore a pristine white cravat and I couldn't help but wonder how he pulled it off so well.

He had pale, creamy skin that contrasted well against the ebony locks of his hair, styled in a neat undercut. He wore an expression of indifference, as if he had no care that he was meeting me, that his clock had finally completed its count down. His lips were thin but shaded a light pink and looked incredibly soft to the touch. I had to wonder how they might feel pressed against my own. But the feature that had captivated me most?

His eyes.

Those gorgeous sparkling orbs of ice drew me in faster than I could even realize it was happening. Though they appeared to be hopelessly apathetic, if I concentrated enough, I could definitely catch a molten hint of emotion dancing underneath. I wondered what thoughts were running through his mind. What was he thinking, seeing me for the first time? Was he excited? Was he happy? Did he feel so much so strongly that he didn't know how to react?

My breath stayed caught in my throat, I was unable to breathe, unable to speak yet alone form some type of coherent thought. But I didn't have to; he broke the silent moment before I even could have.

"You have got to be kidding me," his low voice caressed my ears in sensual velvet, drawing me in yet pushing me away in the same instant. His voice caused a spark that ignited a fire within my veins; and it was coursing swiftly, burning, scorching everything in its path. I was smitten. Although his voice sounded amazing to my ears, the actual words he spoke caught me off guard.

Why would anyone be kidding at a time like this? What a cruel joke that would have been.

My heart was playing havoc in my chest.

He narrowed his eyes and gave me a look of disdain before holding out his hand, palm up. I merely started at it in confusion. He wanted to hold hands already? He didn't even know my name yet.

"Euhh?" Before I could have stopped myself, my mouth blurted out the single most idiotic noise I could have made at that moment. It was a combination of 'eh' and 'huh', a combination that nearly killed me right then and there of embarrassment. I quickly cleared my throat and attempted to salvage the situation. "Nice to meet you?"

I muttered the words lowly, my cheeks heating up like the red coil of hot metal. He was still holding his hand out, eyeing me as if I was the single most idiotic person in the world. I felt self-conscious, so in an attempt to do something, anything other than stare, I went to shake his hand. When our fingertips brushed I pulled back, gasping audibly at the sensation of being shocked. It was as if a jolt of lightning had spread from his body to mine in that single moment. He stared at my hand before scowling in obvious irritation. I guess he got shocked, too?

He moved to grip my wrist swiftly, tilting it and pulling back my flannel all in the same movement to glance at my clock. I heard him swear under his breath and seen his eyes narrow.

"Shit," he frowned, glancing up at me one more time before letting go of my wrist as if I had a highly contagious disease.

The silence that ensued was beyond uncomfortable as we both merely stood there. I watched him, seeing his obvious irritation. Could it be that I didn't meet his expectations? Could it be that he wasn't interest in me? Didn't want to be my soul mate? I mean, I couldn't blame him for wanting to get to know me first, but he looked as if he didn't want a single thing to do with me, like I was nothing but a nuisance and he wanted to be rid of me as swiftly as possible. His gaze swiveled to Armin and his soul mate in disgust before he clicked his tongue and looked away. I couldn't think of a single thing I wanted to say, not that I would have tried to embarrass myself further on purpose, and it didn't look like he would have wanted to hear any of it to begin with. I had to say something, though, what if he thought I wasn't interested in him? I nervously tried to think of something, anything to say, searching through my brain to grasp onto anything that might cause his disgruntled expression to soften. He glanced over to me and raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

"Oi, brat. You gotta shit or something? You look constipated as fuck."

I stared, my mouth dropping open at his vulgarity. I had never spoken to anyone who talked like that before. Was he always so vulgar?

"You look like a damn fish, close your mouth." He sighed, lifting a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Gods, that's so unattractive."

I snapped my lips together, my entire face flooding with heat. Now he thought I was unattractive as well.

Great going, Jeager. You're really wooing him over, aren't you?

He rolled his gorgeous eyes and parted those perfectly shaped lips to speak; I was all-too-eager to hear what his silken voice would produce next.

"Look, kid. I don't know what you were expecting, but I ain't it. I'm not interested in the whole 'soul mate shabam', got it?" He turned abruptly to his side, grabbing the arm of the larger male speaking to Armin.

I had honestly forgotten about those two. Wow. They weren't lying when they said nothing that mattered.

"Oi, Erwin, let's go. We're going to be late and I'm not covering for your ass." He spat, his voice causing tingles to run up and down my spine.

Never have I thought that one person would have this much of an effect on me. But, then again, I didn't think that my soul mate would claim he wasn't interested and try to leave- wait. What? As my mind caught up to what was happening around me, pulling me from my stupor, I frowned.

"What do you mean you're not interested?" I blurted out, appalled that he actually said such a thing. The First Meeting is something that everyone looks forward to his or her entire lives. It's a magical occurrence that gives our plain lives color and music to light up our existence from the inside out. Every one was interested in being happy. Every one.

He turned to me, and I vaguely noticed that Erwin had Armin's phone and was typing on the keyboard. "Did I fucking stutter? What are you, stupid? Not interested, kid. Don't want it."

He gave me a sneer before roughly taking hold of Erwin's shirt and shoving him in the direction they were originally walking.

I couldn't deny the sudden weigh I felt on my chest, the sudden feeling of suffocating though there was nothing clogging my airways. I couldn't understand the sharp tugging I was feeling on my heart.

Armin stared after his soul mate with a faint blush dusting his cheeks, a dazed look in his eye. Meanwhile, I watched on in dismay, unsure of what to do. Rejection hit me hard, and I felt so stupid.

So, so stupid for thinking that there might actually be someone out there for me that would actually want to be with me.

I was one of those unlucky few. One of those few whose soul mates didn't want to bother with it. Granted, they always gave in. You can't fight fate very long. It was just the inevitable pain that accompanied denial and rejection during the long and arduous task of winning them over.

Did that really just happen, though?

Maybe he needed a day or two to process the fact that we met.

Yeah, that's it.

He was just shocked.

That's all it was.

Right?

Three days.

It had been three days since I had last seen him.

Three days of agonizing whether or not what should-have-been-the-most-perfect-moment-of-my-life-but-was-a-disaster could have gone better.

Maybe Armin was right, I should have dressed better. Perhaps if I had looked as put-together as he did, my soul mate would have already at least given me a chance. But no, I had to go thinking that if I were myself they would like me more. I had to go making jokes about ending up with an asshole and Lady Fate took me seriously.

Why did these kinds of things always happen?

I should have said something smarter. I should have acted more like myself. Why did I freeze up like that?

I'm never that shy. I'm never the one to freeze up. Maybe Armin, but not me. I was supposed to be the outgoing one, the one that always made every one laugh. The one that always had something to say. So why, when I needed to be like that the most, my brain died on me?

He probably thought I was a complete idiot or something. Did he even think of me at all?

I was currently laying in bed, eyes unfocused at the ceiling in the deafening silence of my empty home. Armin hadn't slept here in two nights. He's always out with his soul mate, Erwin, now. It's all I ever heard from him when he was home.

Erwin, this. Erwin, that. And then Erwin- get what I'm saying?

Honestly, I couldn't feel any kind of resentment toward him though. I was happy for him. Whenever I would see him during the day he glowed with happiness. I could practically see the soul mate glow on his skin. Good for him. It's about time he found happiness. He deserved it.

I only wished my soul mate had taken a liking to me as well. I wished I didn't have to deal with this crushing weight on my chest, this feeling as if I would never be able to breathe easy again.

I couldn't get the image of his eyes out of my head. Aside from my constant worry over what went wrong, his eyes were all I could think of. I had to see them again. I had to see if they were indeed as captivating as I remembered. I had to see if I could once again detect that faint hint of whirling of emotions hidden beneath a perfectly crafted mask of indifference. Because, honestly, no one has that little care in the world. I wondered when I would see him again… If I would see him again.

Perhaps it will be a chance meeting in the streets, him and I walking along, unaware of the other steadily approaching.

But, oh!

Fate tempts up to glance up, our eyes meet!

Tantalizing grey holding molten emerald in its unbreakable hold. And it would be in that moment that he would realize that was being foolish, that he needed me as much as he needed air, that he could not fight fate no matter how hard he tried. He would run to me, taking my hands in his and declaring his uncontrollable desire for me, claiming his need to have me ever in his life before demanding that I go with him to get more acquainted-

Ha! A guy can dream, can't he?

A steady heat had crept into my cheeks as I lost myself in my daydreams and once I had shaken myself free, I willed my blush to fade. My cheeks had been getting far hotter than I would have liked over the past few days. I supposed it had something to do with my clock finally ending and went with that idea.

The last few days had consisted of me lying in bed, only leaving to use the bathroom or get something to eat. There wasn't much to do beside dissect our meeting again and again, trying to figure out what went wrong. I frowned. Was I really just going to let some asshole completely derail me?

No, no I was not. I was Eren fucking Jeager! I was so much better than letting some asshole I didn't even know get to me. I mean, sure we were supposed to be soul mates and all, but what was the point when you plain out didn't like each other? I was brought up to look forward to my First Meeting, but now that I was thinking about it… Maybe that wasn't what was important. Maybe the important part came afterwards… At least for me, Lady Fate didn't like making anything easy for me. Although I did not doubt her care for me, as she cared for everyone the same, I did doubt the way with which she decided my problems had to come to me. Which was constantly.

I decided I didn't want to lie in bed and sulk anymore. What was the point? Nothing was going to change. If he didn't want me, then I was going to make him see what he was missing out on. I was going to show him that just because he didn't want me that I wasn't going to crumble and break and be completely and utterly heartbroken. I had had my time to grieve and now that time was over. I needed to keep living. I had to trust in Lady Fate's decision at how everything would play out. I had to trust in myself to be able to win over the one whose clock had stopped with mine.

I rolled out of bed, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers before trotting into the bathroom and grabbing a towel too. I started the shower and slipped out of my clothing, setting my clean boxers and towel on the edge of the sink. Reaching my fingers beneath the spray, I tested the temperature of the water and stepped under it.

Gods, the stream of warmth felt beyond amazing.

I grabbed a loofah and poured some body wash on it, scrubbing it together until lather was produced. Satisfied with the amount of bubbly soap, I began to methodically scrub my body, relishing in the gentle abrasion of the loofah. I then rubbed shampoo all over my hair and rinsed my entire body. Once finished, I stepped out, dried myself and slipped my boxers on.

I needed to get out.

I couldn't stay cooped up in the house anymore. I needed to continue living my life and have faith in Lady Fate. Everything that was meant to happen will happen.

I dressed to impress (at least to my standards) with a pair of black slacks, a white V-neck shirt and a black vest thrown on top. I left the vest unbuttoned, liking the sloppy-casual look on myself more than the prim and proper. I scooped some pomade onto my fingertips and ran it haphazardly through my damp brown tresses, messing it purposely.

As I approvingly looked myself over in the mirror, my stomach gave a very loud grumble. Now that I was sure I looked good, I guess that was first on my list of things to take care of.

I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and headed out the door, locking it behind me. There was a little cafe a couple blocks from my place and they had the most amazing coffee cake. I began in that direction without seeming to think of my actions.

I made my way down the sidewalk and up to the doors in no time. I headed straight for the counter to order a coffee and a cake. The cashier was a young brunette, with long hair tied back in a ponytail and plain brown hues that twinkled when she smiled and greeted me. As the girl went to fetch my order, I leaned my hip on the counter and casually glanced around the café. Tables, chairs, the occasional student studying, the occasional old couple, the here and there friends reuniting after years and years apart, the booths along the walls-

My gaze settled on a lone figure in the corner and instantly I felt a tug at my heart very similar to the one I had felt when he had been walking away from me.

No friggin' way.

I jumped as the girl handed me my order and paid her, my mind nowhere even near this counter but stuck on a lone, slender figure staring out a window.

My feet led the way before I could even attempt to talk myself out of it.

Sure enough, there he was in all his gorgeous splendor, sitting there drinking his tea in an unorthodox manner and looking so breathtakingly handsome I lost my breath momentarily.

He was here.

This wasn't a dream.

This wasn't make-believe.

He was actually right in front of me. Would he walk away again?

Would he even notice me? Surely he couldn't be that oblivious to his surroundings

I sat down across from him, my anger flaring when I began to think of how upset I had been the past few days and here he was, looking like nothing had ever happened. I noticed he wasn't paying me any attention, not even in the slightest of ways.

"What's your problem?" I blurted out before, once again, thinking. He glared at me and I knew this hadn't been one of my best ideas. I saw something flash in his icy grey hues and it took my breath away once again.

"Get lost, kid. I already told you; not interested." He spoke so dismissively, as if I were nothing more than a fly buzzing around his head. His gaze slid back to look out the window, his chin resting in the hand that wasn't holding his teacup weirdly. This caused my anger to rise.

"Does it look like I honestly care? You ruined my day! It was supposed to be special! It was supposed to be the day I met the one who would be with me for the rest of my life!" I snapped, finding myself tiring of his attitude, his dismissive, uncaring attitude. And it had only been a few seconds.

"Oh, well excuse me, princess," he spat, and I could tell that I had pissed him off. "Here's a damn reality check; not everything is going to happen the way you fucking want it to. Get your fucking head out of your ass, brat."

I stared at him, my jaw dropping before I snapped it shut.

What the fuck was his problem? I didn't do anything to him!

"Listen here, asshole! I don't know what your fucking problem is, but you need to stop acting like you have a stick up your ass! I just wanted to fucking talk!" I was beyond mad right now, my anger flaring up and consuming me before I could even stop it. Not that I wanted to stop it to begin with. He deserved it. He could have at least given me a chance to show him I wasn't that bad. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not! Our clocks were the same for a reason! The sooner you accept that, the better for both of us!"

He stared at me coldly, and I could swear I felt the temperature of the room drop a few degrees. His expression morphed into one of disgust and I felt my stomach drop. I was making this worse than it already was. I was making him dislike me even more.

"T'ch. I don't need this shit from some stupid, shitty brat. Don't bother me again." He rose, placing his cup down and turning to leave.

Panic welled up in my chest; he was leaving again. I should have handled that better.

Fuck.

No.

Stay, please stay!

What felt like a strong, painful tug on my heart had me reaching over the table to grasp his wrist and turn him back toward me. My hand was shaking, gods I was so nervous!

What was that just now?

I stared up at him, feeling my face heat up when I seen his other hand reaching for his heart. Did he feel it too? Was that Lady Fate prompting me to act according to the path she set out for me? For us?

"Wait, please? Don't go..." I murmured, dejectedly looking down at the table in front of me. I didn't want to see the look in his eyes when he told me no.

He sighed sharply, pushing my hand off and sliding back into his seat. He glared over at me in annoyance, but I detected something else in his expression. Guilt, perhaps? Whatever it was, the minute flash was gone before I even had a chance to double take.

"You're a real pain in my ass, you know that?"

My heart skipped a beat and I found myself blushing lightly. He didn't leave and that brought a whole wave of warmth to flood my entire being.

He didn't leave.

I felt my lips stretch into a grin, but he just started at me before shaking his head as if he didn't approve of me getting so happy that he stayed.

"So what do you want from me, kid? You wanna go get married, go off in the sunset and live happily ever after or some shit like that? Because I'm telling you now; it's not going to happen."

I shook my head and replied, "No, I never said I wanted any of that. I just want you to give me a chance, that's all. Just one chance."

He raised a thin brow, seeming to think about it. I felt nervous. What if he rejected me again?

I didn't want to think about how bad it would hurt.

He released a low sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine. I'll give you your fucking chance, shitty brat. One. Chance. I'll meet you out front, tonight at 7:00. Don't be late." He warned.

My heart fluttered and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I was getting my chance.

This morning, I would have ever doubted I would have even seen him again. But everything worked out. Just as it was supposed to.

That train of thought brought a smile that couldn't be wiped off to my face. Good ol'e Lady Fate.

"Okay, but I don't even know your name?" I responded, realizing that I had never bothered to find out. What kind of a soul mate was I? I should have learned this as soon as I seen him the first time.

"Levi." Came the silky reply, "You?"

"Eren." He smirked.

"Well, then, Eren." Oh, I liked that. I liked that a lot. "I'll see you tonight. Don't be late, brat."