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I stand before the mirror on a calm Friday afternoon. The sun was beaming against my windows, emitting a warm heat throughout my room. My eyes peered at the reflection in front of me. Mother used to brush my hair until it was silvery smooth, at least that's how she described it. I guess the waviness of my locks didn't bother her as much. I felt... jittery. It was my wedding day after all.
My wedding. I cannot even believe I could say that. I stood in a white ankle-length dress for my body: it had floral patterns around the hem of my off-shoulders and the dress was simple yet elegant. The kind Historia—who I often times forget was already the queen—had no trouble arranging some kind on ceremony. My mind would not simmer down. It was basically jumping from one thought to another.
"Wow," said one voice from behind. Hange patted down her navy blue suit and dress pants as she approached me. I showed her a smile whilst I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
"You look gorgeous," I told her.
Hange raised her brow and chortled. "How's the bride feeling?"
It felt weird.
I wasn't going to lie. It's almost as if my happiness did not exceed past my expectations. I had always imagined grinning and drowning in joy during my weeding. Now that I'm here, what else am I supposed to feel other than bittersweet emotions?
"I-I feel happy. Yeah." I wanted to convince myself that I was. Come on, Iris. You're finally getting married to the man you love the most. The faces of those who had left appeared in my head once more. It seemed as if I could never get rid of this guilt.
Hange tilted her head and sighed, arranging the layers of my dress into the perfect placement.
"Why do I feel like this is not the right time?" Finally, I had the courage to ask. She stood straight, furrowed brows while her eyes stared into mine. "Mikasa haven't talked to me that much and Eren and I aren't exactly in good terms—"
Hange placed her warm hands on my shoulders. "Iris," she demanded my attention.
"Forget about the kids right now. This is your day. You and Levi are finally getting married. Isn't this what you've always dreamt of?" She crossed her arms and let in a long inhale.
"And I'm gonna be honest here," added Hange after a sigh. "We don't exactly have the time. Who knows how much we have left?" She smiled through the bittersweet memories and pulled me in an embrace.
"You deserve this for putting up with that shorty for seven years." My laugh escaped almost in a whisper. I wouldn't know what I would do without Hange. She deserves her own happiness as well.
The wedding felt surreal—yet at the same time, it was almost like a blur. With only my closest friends in semi-large chapel, the ceremony felt intimate. As far as I knew, Eren and the other two seemed in awe. My eyes had gone to them several times. But as the clock ticked, my eyes were on Levi and only him.
He looked very dapper in his black suit and red tie. His dark blue eyes shone through the warm yellow light piercing the large windows above. We held hands, staring into each other's eyes as if it was our last time. Funny enough, I couldn't even recall what the priest said.
The moments our lips touched, It was then that my mind processed that I was finally an Ackerman.
Cheers of my loud best friend through the fairly empty chapel and I remembered her and I grinning with utmost joy as the world moved slowly.
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Freedom: Levi Fanfiction
Fanfiction"The only way is forward", said Iris Schmidt, a refugee adopted by Grisha Jaeger. At the young age of 15, Iris watched as her parents were mercilessly eaten alive by a deformed titan. All she had known was a peaceful life outside the walls, secluded...
