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~Two weeks later~

Ever since that picnic dinner with Jean, I've been feeling a little better. I'm still slowly draining away, but that's due to the Titan power, not my actual feelings.

Jeans a piece of me now and when he's not around I feel lonely. He fills me up with happiness, compassion, and pure bliss. He's someone I don't want to lose.

"Sophie!" Hange screams as I walk into her room where she conducts her creepy science stuff. "Levi told me the news! How can I never see that beautiful Titan of yours again?"

"Sorry Hange," I frown. "If you want to go back to the Reiss' cave, you'll see the shell of my Titan still there."

"B-but it's not the same..." she whines. "I guess Eren will do."

"Well I just came by to give you my blood sample," I pick up a vial. "Knife?"

Hange hands me a small blade and slide it over my palm and hold the vial under the dripping blood. Hange watches me closely and once there's a good amount in the glass, she hands me a wrap.

"Thanks for this," she smiles softly.

"No problem," I go for the door. "Bye Hange. See ya around."

"Oh wait!" She calls after me. "Levi wants to see you in his room."

"Captain does?" I raise an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Not sure, he just told me to let you know."

I sigh and leave her to her study's, making my way to the small house on the outskirts of the property. Levi claimed the small house as his own and spends most of his time there when he's not in meetings with government officials.

Bodt gallops slowly over the tall grass. It's nice not being in the city for once. I like the country side more, it's peaceful and quiet.

I get to the house and tie Bodt to the post next to Levi's horse. I tap my knuckles to the wood door and wait for Levi to answer.

A few seconds pass and there's no response. I knock harder, still not getting an answer. Maybe he's not here or something...

I open the door, looking around the main room and find Levi passed out on the couch. His hair is a little messy and his face is soft. Its interesting to see him so vulnerable.

He looks so peaceful, so I don't want to wake him up just yet. I approach the couch and smile down at him, feeling honored to see him like this.

"Don't seem so tough now do you Captain," I laugh to myself.

I go to turn around, but his hand reaches out and grabs my wrist. He doesn't open his eyes and his breath remains steady; he must still be sleeping.

"Don't go..." he whispers.

He pulls my arm a little and then his hand drops off the couch. I get to my knees and rest my head onto the edge of the couch next to him, just waiting for him to wake up.

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