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"You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too-even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling."

― Mitch Albom

~Chapter Seventeen: Wall of Memories~

Isabel and Farlan stayed over until after dinner; Levi might have looked like he was annoyed by the two "intruders" but he actually missed them. Eren could tell that by how those grey eyes sparked with amusement and with something else—something warm—as he exchanged stories with his two longtime friends. After the tension left, the raven seemed to be more carefree, as if all the layers of his masks that he built were peeled away, and his tinkling laughter sent welcoming twinges in Eren's heart. He wanted Levi to be that relaxed—more open—at all times, because he knew how taxing to put up a façade in front of the others must be. And it was hard, exhausting, and sometimes heart-breaking.

The two of them became alone in the kitchen and the brunet scanned the spotless walls and to the next room's, the dining room. Picture frames hugged them and he saw the similar faces—of Amelia, Levi, his father, Isabel, Farlan—with some recent ones with Hanji and Erwin. He suddenly recalled something that Levi told him a while ago.

"Why don't you have a picture of your uncle here, Levi?" he asked, curiosity laced his voice.

Levi, who was starting to clean the dishes, answered back loud enough for Eren to hear, "We're not really close. He's more like a passive guardian than a concerned parent. He's an Ackerman, too."

"So, he's your dad's brother, then?"

"Mmm, yeah."

"Have Mikasa and her family met him yet?"

"No," he paused and the brunet heard footsteps behind him. "I met her dad accidentally then we somehow connected the dots and figured out that we are actually related."

He felt the shorter man's presence next to him and both of them stood before the six-person dining table. "Small world, huh?" he mumbled.

"Yeah," Levi agreed. The young man swept his eyes from the walls to the face of his lover. Levi looked relaxed more than ever and Eren wondered if he would be able to do what Isabel and Farlan could do to him someday—take off his worries and laugh like there was no tomorrow.

He felt a poke on the middle of his forehead, right between his eyebrows, and his thoughts derailed because of the action.

"Don't do that," Levi told him, giving him a scolding look but there were concern and love in it that they could almost melt Eren on the inside.

"Do what?" he whispered softly, vaguely aware that both of them had somehow ended up leaning close to each other as if desperate to erase the distance between the two of them until they were only a breath away.

"You seemed so far away and…" the rest of his words were swallowed by a yawn, and Eren didn't bother to stifle his own because the tiredness was actually sinking into his eyes too.

"Let's sleep?" he suggested, eyes were half-lidded and lips were almost brushing against his lover's.

"Mhmm."

Eren pulled away after pressing his lips quickly on Levi's and he gently took his hand and led them away from the dining room and to the living room. He completely forgot that he was clueless about the turns and whatnot in the house. The older male let out a deep chuckle and he took that chance to slowly drag the brunet to the staircase located in the corridor between the dining room and the living room. There was a bathroom and then three rooms upstairs; Levi explained that they were his room, his parents' room, and a guest room. They went to the last one in that little hallway and Levi twisted the knob of a white door to open it.

What greeted Eren was the smell of jasmines—simply pure, alluring, and exquisite. He took a step carefully inside, gazing at the open window with white curtains flowing with the breeze from outside. He then let his eyes finally wander to the interior of the room. The walls had color in them, unlike the white walls back at Levi's big house, and they were soft blue. There was a mahogany dresser on the right side and on the other side was where a large, neat bed was placed. If he thought that the pictures in the dining room were a lot, the photographs in Levi's room could be hundreds, some were colored and some were old fashioned black-and-white. They were hanged with those little clippers in a line of thin rope, encircling the room starting from above the bed's headboard.

"Your room is amazing," he breathed out, beyond awestruck. Levi didn't strike him as a sentimental type when they first met, but here he was, surrounded by pictures taken in different places, which he assumed were captured during the lawyer's trips to different countries.

"Thank you," Levi said from behind him.

They ended up sitting on the bed, and the reality that Levi had indirectly invited him to sleep on the same bed as him finally dawned on Eren. He sharply turned to look at the older with rose-tinged cheeks.

"I-Is it okay if I sleep with you here? I could take the guest—"

"This is fine, brat," Levi told him before his hand shot up and grabbed Eren's forearm with it, falling back on the soft bed sheets and thus dragging the younger with him.

"A-Aren't you gonna take a shower?" he asked nervously. The response that he got was Levi wrapping his arms around him, tucking the green-eyed lad's head under his chin. He began caressing those chestnut brown locks and the younger sighed contently.

"We can take one later."

"You'll fall asleep."

"Mhm."

They were silent for a while, enjoying the coolness that the sheets underneath had to offer them before they could warm them up. The cicadas from outside were incessantly chirping, and the moonlight provided some luminesce in the room.

"Levi?" Eren softly called out, voice was slightly muffled as he was pressed against the hard chest of his lover.

"Yeah?"

"Are you…Do you want to tell me something?" He was hesitant, yes. He couldn't help but feel like he had to be careful, like he was going to be stepping on eggshells, because he knew. He knew was it was like to have something that could potentially bring out someone's sensitivity, and he didn't want for Levi to be anxious or troubled about anything. Not when their vacation had only started.

"Eren," he slightly pulled away to gaze down on those teal eyes, which stared back at him in the dark. "What you do think of me?"

His eyes widened a bit before his eyebrows met together in the center, showing his confusion. But he smoothed down his expression and gathered all his gentleness and love to scoop Levi's face in his hands.

"I think you're wonderful. I think you're best thing that happened to me, and everything about you—your flaws, your skills, your personality—they're perfect," he said with all the honesty. "That's why, no matter who you were in the past, it will never change who you are to me."

He could have sworn that he heard Levi sniffle a bit, but before he could see the glistening light in those silver pools, the older male gently pushed him back to where he belonged. Right next to his heart.

The raven then began telling him his story.

"I was a screw-up after my parents died. I gave up in high school, and believe it or not, I actually repeated my last year. Because that last year, I got involved in some unpleasant circumstances—I fought worthless fights, put myself in detrimental situation, and almost…got lost in drugs. My uncle was only there if I needed anything and he had no clue that I got kicked out of school because he was too preoccupied with his goddamned job.

One day, I met Farlan and Isabel again after so many years. They found out about what happened to my parents and you know what they did?

They vandalized the wall under this bridge and they told me to go on a rampage if I have to. That was probably the worst advice you could give to some delinquent."

He laughed and Eren joined in, loving the deep rumble that reverberated from this man—this once-broken man.

"We would steal for fun, going around the pier and taking advantage of the crowd of people. Sometimes we would be at the market and steal some fruits. We were a bunch of troublemakers back then, now that I think about it."

"Uh, Erwin would've had whooped your asses if he knew you back then," Eren retorted light-heartedly, which earned a snicker from the older male.

"Tell me about it. He would probably hang us upside down. And oh my God, Isabel would probably love that. That woman may be older than you are but she still acts like a freaking ten-year-old," Levi remarked, letting some incredulity seep in his voice.

"She's lovely. And definitely hyper, if not as much as Hanji," Eren added the last part quickly.

"Mhm, true. I'm grateful to her and Farlan. If they didn't let me do those things, let me release those frustrations and anger and anxieties in me, then I would've exploded and I should tell you that that wouldn't be pretty if that ever happened. I could have hurt myself or worse, someone else. But I was able to take off that lid because of those two. I changed from that Levi who was blinded with anger and grief that was directed to the world to this me—this me who could see clearly what is right in front of me and could actually…actually love someone."

Porcelain tears escaped from Eren's eyes and he pushed himself upwards so that he was in the eye-level of Levi. He continued to gaze at him, memorizing every contours of his face, and he felt a soft touch on his cheek, gently wiping away those tears.

"That pain and experience you went through had made the person who you are right now. I love you, including your past, your present, and the future you. I told you, you are my future, Levi."

The grey-eyed man smiled the slightest to him before giving him a peck on his nose. "And you are my future, Eren."

"Then, you should probably hear my side of story then," he proceeded. He told him everything; from the moment he woke up in the hospital, the news about his mother was delivered to him, to how he was pulled back to his old self thanks to his friends.

"I can't imagine how much you went through."

Green eyes softened and he said, "But that contributed to who I am right now, and I'm happy; I wouldn't be me if those things never happened."

"And you're telling me that Erwin would whoop our asses; hell, he would probably castrate you or tie you on a lamppost," Levi deadpanned.

Eren shuddered. "Stop it. I don't wanna dream about bushy eyebrows."

The older male smirked. "Oh, I'm telling you on Erwin." Before the brunet could protest, he continued with solemnness, "But really, I'm glad that it stopped. I'm glad that you stopped; that I stopped. We were really the embodiment of teenage anxieties and troubles back then, eh?"

"Yeah." The younger snickered.

"Tsk, I wouldn't have imagined you as a delinquent, brat. Fucking unbelievable."

He looked at Levi and smiled oh-so-innocently. "A lawyer as a thug is more unbelievable," he pointed out. The only response that he got was an eye-roll, which he laughed at.

Even after he finished telling his own tale to Levi, the couple didn't stop exchanging sweet words and comfort to each other. Their eyes closed at the same time, limbs entangled together, heads close to each other, and arms wrapped with each other. The soft breeze from the open window continued to flow into the room, providing them the soothing coolness that balanced their warm bodies, and their breathing became even. And right before Eren's consciousness had drifted away, he could've sworn that his short raven had said something.

"I love you."

Sightseeing in a different country had always been one on the top list that Eren wanted to accomplish in this lifetime. And Lyon with its magnificent constructions and designs and just about everything made him so happy that he could fly or just hug the living heck out of Levi. Actually, that was the biggest understatement of the year for Eren. He realized that there were so much to do in Lyon and he started to doubt that few weeks of staying here would actually do the justice of thoroughly inspecting the city.

The brunet was glad that he didn't forget to bring some of his art materials because going to Vieux Lyon was a must and he could feel that his next artwork would bud from that place. He took many photographs with his short-stack who was surprisingly compliant about his requests, and the feeling of giddiness grew in him at the thought that his face would be splattered on Levi's walls. It made him feel like he was really becoming part of his lover's life, like he would actually leave footprints on his wake and these pictures would be the constant reminder that he was indeed in Levi's life, and that would apply to him as well.

For years, he only thought of living alone, but the day the raven walked into his life, everything suddenly changed. He found himself longing for someone's company, be it Mikasa's or Armin's or his other friends', and of course, the one he wanted to call the most was Levi. Levi who gave him a reason to become more alive, to actually feel that he was alive, was now his anchor to this present he was living in. He couldn't imagine the day he would be gone from his life or would want to imagine that. Not after everything, not after he sacrificed a lot already, and not when they finally accepted each other's flaws and everything.

They stopped by to have lunch and during that time, Eren checked the photos that they had taken in Levi's camera. He was grinning the entire time and the older man asked him where he wanted to go next.

"Mhm. You're the tour guide, so tell me your recommendations."

"I do have something in mind, but I think it will be already too late to actually go there now."

"Tomorrow then?"

"Yeah. Let's just look around some shops after this."

They were exhausted to the point that after taking a shower, the two of them just passed out the second their bodies hit the bed. However, at the start of their third day, Eren was practically buzzing with energy because Levi had promised that he would love the place that they were going to go but he had no inkling of where could it be because, well, he was a foreigner, duh.

And yes, he did love it. He loved Parc de la Tête d'Or and everything it had to offer. The botanical and the rose gardens were amazing, but forcing Levi to ride one of those mini boats almost sent him straight into the waters because of laughing way too much. He couldn't help it; Levi was just damn cute! He actually fitted in the boat and Eren made sure to take lots of picture, which would probably get him murdered by that certain short-stack of his. The raven promised revenge afterwards and before he could chuck the camera into the water, the brunet was fast into hugging it to his chest. He thought it was really hilarious to see that side of Levi, embarrassed and yet he still did what Eren asked of him (after several attempts that resulted into verbal smack down and jabs to some ribs). But nothing could possibly beat their next activity.

"Oh, my God." Eren was doubling in laughter, almost falling off the mini horse as the merry-go-round spun slowly.

Levi was pale as fuck. Like he totally couldn't believe that he was actually acquiescing to this whole ludicrous idea just because he didn't have the power to actually resist those goddamned beautiful Caribbean eyes.

"I swear, brat, I'm going to chop you off to pieces," he gritted out, staring at the golden mast that was connecting his own pony to the whole machinery of the damn carousel.

Eren could've sworn that if he didn't stop laughing right there and then, then he would actually have a heart attack. But it was just too much!

The notorious Levi Ackerman, the man that everyone in the law firm respected and admired, the man who made Eren cry with just a simple glare, the man who could be anal about pristineness and orderliness, was actually riding a little pony in this oh-so-fascinating of a carousel.

Click.

Levi snapped his head towards him and his grey eyes narrowed into a feral look, and if Eren hadn't known the older for months, he would be shitting his pants right now. He immediately hid his phone after ensuring that the photo was saved into his camera roll. He yelped when he felt himself flying to one side, and thank God for his fast reflexes or else his head would have been smashed onto the hard ground. That wouldn't be pretty.

"What?!" He asked in a surprised tone, practically hugging the mast.

"Delete that, you little shit."

Eren merely grinned, not affected by how pissed Levi sounded, and he merely pushed himself to Levi who was grumpily settled on his own horse as the tinkling music of the ride resounded in the background.

"It's for like a keepsake," he reasoned out, staring directly to Levi and not caring that only one cheek of his arse was on his own horse.

Levi's eyebrows were scrunched together as if he was in deep thought; no doubt, he was on the verge of giving up but his grip on Eren's white shirt was still there.

"We can make copies and put this on your Wall of Memories." That was the final push and he could tell by how Levi's eyes flicked back to him that the man was ready to say 'fine.' Eren didn't know when did he figure out Levi this much to the point that he could actually predict him most of the time, and it wouldn't be surprising if his boyfriend knew him inside-out already.

"Wall of Memories?" Levi asked as his expression shifted to a more of an amused one. "Since when did you name my wall?"

"Since the day I realized how much it will look better with my face on it." He grinned.

The raven huffed out a chuckle and then he gave a final pull so that the younger was cheek-on-cheek with him, restraining himself not to completely fall off his horse, which was really impossible but Levi met him halfway.

"Say cheese," Levi said monotonously and without warning, and the next thing Eren knew, his lover's own camera had already flashed before them.

And that became the favorite picture Eren and Levi had taken together.

Two weeks had passed like sand in an hourglass, and Eren would always groan first thing he woke up, counting the days that they had left in France.

The couple fell into a routine the past weeks and they didn't think that they could be this happy to the point that Eren totally forgot to call Mikasa or Armin the first week, and he was glad that his friends didn't kill his eardrums the second he pressed the 'call' button.

Isabel and Farlan visited them almost everyday, as if they didn't have job to do but they did. Isabel was actually a fashion designer and Eren didn't doubt that because she might be eccentric but her unique style about everything just screamed that she was born to do her job. On the other hand, Farlan was a project manager and his jaw dropped when the man showed him his architectural designs for some buildings. He was an art student, not really an expert on that stuff, but he could definitely tell by his related knowledge that the designs were good—like fanfuckingtastic. Even Levi was impressed, and that was saying a lot. And when it was his turn to display some of his talents, he showed them the Jiyuu no Tsubasa, in which both of the grown adults had openly gawked at.

"Holy shit, that is fucking amazing," Isabel exclaimed, clearly awestruck.

"Language, you knucklehead," Levi chided.

"Oh damn. Eren, I could actually ask you right now if you'd be willing to contribute to my projects because this is fantastic. Like fucking awesome, man," Farlan said with a beam.

A sigh came from the lawyer. "Of course, you'd be doing what I just told Isabel not to do."

Both of his friends gave him mischievous grins and they said in unison, "Go cook, Levi."

"Fuck you," the raven retorted before he went to the kitchen and Eren couldn't help but smile at this close relationship that the three of them had.

"Language, Levi," the two of them reprimanded in a singsong voice.

Out of the blue, there was something white that flew in the air and before any of them could react, Isabel's face was already hidden behind a plate that was stuck on her face. It only lasted a second because the paper plate slid off her face and the icing was now splattered on her face.

Oh, shit, Levi did not just…

And soon, the redhead was running to the kitchen down to the fridge where she rummaged the contents to find the damn whip cream. Eren watched as Levi ran from the kitchen straight to the living room with a suspicious looking can in his hand that could only be the whip cream that Isabel was looking for. He couldn't help but raise an amused eyebrow at the scene that was unfolding before him. He grabbed his camera, carefully dodging the grown adults chasing after each other with Eren remaining on the sideline and with Levi protecting him.

Before he knew it, the dining room became the landmark of a very icing disaster.

And Levi would definitely become the Satan later when he sees the aftermath…

"Hey, Levi."

"Mhm?"

Eren pulled himself up from the bed, gazing at the man whose back was turned from him. His boyfriend was in front of his laptop, papers were strewn about on his desk he was wearing reading glasses. He deemed it to be a little ridiculous to actually become excited for seeing another look of Levi, but he couldn't help it.

He walked towards him and peeked at his work. He knew that the lawyer would be bringing his work here (heck, he was the one who suggested it), but there had been something that was on his mind since long ago. He was about to open his mouth to say something but stopped himself because he knew that he would be distracting Levi from his work, and he disliked thinking that he could be a burden to his boyfriend.

He was about to turn back to the bed, where they had spend nights just cuddling and talking to each other, but Levi's hand shot up and he held Eren's wrist.

"What is it?" he asked him ever so softly, and it stirred something in him. He wanted to say that he missed him already even though they hadn't talked to each other for just a couple of hours. He wanted to hug him and cuddle with him already because he wanted to feel that warmth he provided every night to him. He wanted to go him and kiss him because he couldn't thank him enough for the wonderful trip that he gave him. This vacation had been nothing but an amazing dream came true and he wondered if he would be able to travel again with Levi in a different country. All these he wanted to do and say but he restrained himself.

"Nothing. Just wondering if you're going to sleep soon," he lied. He knew that he was like an open book to the older but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to bother him or make Levi feel like he had to do everything that Eren wanted, even though that was what he had been doing since the start of the trip. And now that everything was ending, Eren felt an even stronger force that was making him want to stay with Levi at all times.

"The tips of your ears are red," he simply told him. Eren's face burned next and he heard the telltale sound of a shutting sound and before he could register what was happening, he toppled backwards on the soft mattress.

"Are you lonely, Eren?" Levi asked. His hot breath was against the young man's ears and he resisted the urge to shudder. His chest was pressed against Levi's and he could feel the heat emanating from both of their bodies. That pale, smooth face was just an inch away from him but he held himself back.

"You still have work to do, you know," he reminded him. He really didn't want his lover to spend sleepless nights after this vacation because of the piled up work that he had to take care of.

"We're leaving soon," Levi said.

"…Yeah." He couldn't help the sadness that seeped into his voice and the grey-eyed man had detected it.

"We can stay here longer if you want."

"No," he immediately answered, shaking his head. "I've had the most wonderful vacation in my life, Levi. I don't need you sacrificing your work and besides, Mikasa and Armin want to hang out when we come back. They are demanding some souvenirs, too." He chuckled.

"Okay. Then, we'll create more plans before you go back to college."

"Actually, I'm thinking if..." he trailed off, a sheepish smile on his face.

"What…? Are you—? You're gonna stop college? Why?" Levi asked, pure curiosity presented in his tone.

"Because I want to focus more on making art pieces that I can sell. Mr. Pixis told me that I can land a job somewhere as a designer because I have experience with graphics and I can make painting and the other things as side-jobs," the younger explained.

Levi looked thoughtfully a bit before saying, "Then, accept Farlan's offer. Their company has a branch in New York, if I'm not wrong."

"Yeah, I'll definitely think about it." There was a pause before Eren asked, "Is there something you want to do before we leave?" He left the underlying meaning unspoken because he knew that since this was Levi's hometown, then he had most likely planned to drop by somewhere.

Levi looked at him and gave him a small smile. "I want to visit my parents' grave tomorrow."

Eren's eyes softened and he lifted a hand to caress his lover's cheek. "Can I come with you?"

"Hmm. Yeah, of course. I plan to introduce you to them, too, you know."

"Okay." The brunet leaned in to give a chaste kiss on those lips right before him. He got a gentle one in return and he smiled. Before he could enjoy it any further, Levi suddenly pulled away.

"What were you going to ask me earlier, brat?"

The younger looked away, slightly blushing and he let his hand fall on the bed. He responded, "Never mind. It's nothing."

He felt his face being carefully turned forward again and he faced Levi with hesitancy. Eren knew that Levi could be pretty nagging if he wanted to, and he would without a doubt get the truth out of Eren if he knew that it was bothering him.

"Tell me, Eren," Levi said gently. Eren wondered if this man could get any more loving than this; he was always concerned about him and he prioritized him above everything else, and Eren could think of nothing else to give him. He wanted to tell him how much he loved him but if he said it too many times, he felt like those words would lose its meaning. But it didn't erase the fact that those words were indeed troubling him a bit.

He couldn't help but wonder why hadn't Levi said those three words yet.

"I…"

"Mhm?" The raven urged him on.

"Do you love me, Levi?"

He felt like the air suddenly stopped moving, like everything just screeched into a halt, and he felt his heart pound against his chest, filling in the deafening silence that was threatening to choke him down. Oh, God. He shouldn't have asked, and yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man that gave him the chance to love again—from the man that he sacrificed his past for.

The older male finally opened his lips, and what he said next were probably the sweetest and most loving words that he'd heard in five years.

"I don't think there are any words that could describe my feelings for you, Eren. I feel like I'm drowning in this—this ecstatic feeling whenever I'm with you. As fucking cliché as this will sound like, I actually saw colors when I first saw you. It started with the moment I saw your bright eyes, shining their way into my life until I could only see nothing but them in my dreams and whenever I close my eyes. Then, your presence practically gave out rainbow colors that should've been shitty and I should've hated, but I actually longed for it, loved every second of you by my side. All was black-and-white before you, and now that you're here, making my heart beat like I'm going to have a fucking heart attack, I don't think I can go back to who I was."

"Then, don't. You're you, and I'm just me. I love you, Levi. I love you…" The rest of his words were choked down by his tears and were taken from him as Levi's lips descended upon his firmly.

Their kiss turned fierce, became open-mouthed and exploring, and fiery touches trailed on both of their bodies. Articles of clothing slipped off them, not letting the other get away even just for a second. It was as if they could almost hear and feel their hearts and bodies protesting when they lost contact, and then they would beat in the rhythm that they found. Marks were placed on their skin, as if to say that they belonged to each other. And they did, even before this very moment; they knew that they held their hearts to each other and they both accepted what the other had to offer.

All but that one secret.

Levi pulled back slightly, away from the crook of Eren's neck. Eyes were dilated with want and love, seeking for a particular answer.

He asked, "Are you sure that you want this, Eren?"

The brunet had tears in his eyes, smiling at the man who was about to give him the best thing that he could ask for. To become one with him, the man that he'd ever loved this deeply. Levi still prioritized what his feelings, even up to this moment, and his chest grew with warmth.

"I want you, Levi. I want every part of you, and I want to feel that I truly belong to you."

And that was all Levi needed to hear as he proceeded to give Eren, his beloved, his everything—love, pleasure, and chastity. And in return, Eren reciprocated the things that Levi gave him.

The bed creaked and rattled on the wall, moans and sweet words echoed in the room, and the faint smell of jasmine was still there—and these senses took them to heights with the moonlight shining in the night.

Finally becoming whole and complete brought them the sense of falling deeper for each other. They fall apart and come together with a string that line their hearts next to each other with each beat that says I'll never let go of you.

"Mom, Dad, I'm here."

Levi was kneeling on one knee in front of a white tombstone, laying a bundle of white jasmines on the cemented ground. The area surrounding it were all green grass with no rustling fallen leaves and Eren knew that Levi had probably asked someone to always clean the place. The sun was beating down on their backs but neither of them cared because they were too immersed to their own thoughts.

"I'm here with someone," he started. A warm breeze passed by, swaying their dark locks along with it and caressing their faces, and Eren took this moment to crouch next to Levi and gaze upon the words that dictated the names of his parents. "His name is Eren." Levi took his hand, not really looking at him but it made the brunet shift his eyes towards the man.

"He's the person that I want to be with, always and forever want to be with."

Eren bit his bottom lip, refusing to let the tears escape because he wanted to give out a nice impression to Levi's parents. Instead, he let out his usual big smile with teary eyes and faced the husband and wife right in front of him.

"Hello, Levi's Mom and Dad. I'm Eren, Eren Jaeger. I'm dating your son, and yes, he's stubborn and grumpy like most of the time," he said cheekily, earning a light playful glare from the raven next to him. He continued, "But I love him. He was the one who broke the walls that I built around me, and it was all thanks to him that I could trust someone now. He gave me reason to face my present and my possible future no matter how scary it is." He paused and directly looked onto those grey eyes. "And he was the one who taught me that a great love conquers all."

"Eren…"

He smiled at Levi then turned his head to those jasmines. "I don't want to let go of your son, which is why I'm asking you to give us strength to conquer our fears. I want to be with him, always and forever. I wish to ask for your blessings," he said ever so softly and another breeze whistled by, carrying his words up to the clouds in the bright blue sky.

Levi looked up at the same time with Eren, and a peaceful smile settled on both of their faces.

Levi mouthed, "Thank you Papa, Maman."

A/N: I know...super long chapter but I think it's worth it if it's for this ship :3 Thank you for reading! and for the reviews and stuff :D
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