Curiosity. One of the most unique things a person could experience. Was it an emotion? Or was it a sense? The sense of just needing to uncover something unknown to you. The want, something that overcame you until it was the only thing you could think about - the only subject on your mind.
Something only you could ever really know the feeling of what you need. What you want to do. Her mind was practically clouded with it - though she didn't know if it was from the dust of the old, abandoned journal or the urge to open it and discover the truth of her mother, of her past.
Did she really want to experience it? She already had her life, her calling.. her own husband and child. It felt like she was betraying everyone she loves, everyone she has ever loved by going against her friends to uncover the truth of her mother's downfall, her own downfall, her father's downfall.
She had truly been the only one to survive it. The only one to face it with an iron fist and pound her fists against the doors of the lies of the walls, of the world. Everything seemed so false now, everything seemed fake.
The engraving of the writing on the journal, the one that encouraged her to move further. Her fingers trembled as she lifted it up to thoroughly examine the book, the memories of her parents flashing through her mind - the parents who were taken from her far too soon.
'Ian, my love, it is time you knew the truth you wanted to find.'
But did Y/N want to find the truth?
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I Remember You... (A Levi x Reader) (Rewritten)
Fanfiction"Are you sure you don't want to find the man? You must have loved him." "How can you love a man you don't remember?" Follow Y/N in her journey of life as she gets thrown into the underground, meets the love of her life, marries him, bears his child...
