SEQUEL IS CALLED "No Mercy" ON MY PAGE
Merciana Sheehan, a beautiful, merciful and skillful woman, had little recollection of her upbringing. Besides knowing that she was from the Underground and that her mother passed when she was young her life wa...
I woke before she did. The morning bell hadn't rang yet. The sunrise was pouring through my window and onto her face. She didn't wake up, but I could see her squinting in her sleep. I got up and drew the curtains closed and lit the lantern on my desk until it cast a faint glow. I got ready as I normally would, except I incorporated the uniform Hange forced me to wear. I threw on my black pants and suit, and put on my leather Scout jacket over top. I grabbed the cloak from my desk and put it away in one of my drawers. I made sure to quietly sneak my glasses in with it. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and splashed cold water over my face. I did everything I normally would, but the only difference was that I couldn't stop thinking about the girl in my bed. I looked back through the bathroom doorway and saw that she was still sleeping peacefully. I turned back and stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, which was something I rarely did.
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I just couldn't shake the fact that the future she painted for me was most likely never going to happen, and it terrified me to my core.
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Even so, I had never slept so good in my life. I shook my head and felt the slightest tickle on the back of my neck. It was time to trim my hair. The back had finally reached below my hairline, something I couldn't stand. I grabbed my shears from the bathroom drawer, got my hair damp and began cutting while my mind raced. Snip. She told me that she loved me. There was nothing more that I wanted than that. Snip. But how could she love me? How could someone so gentle and forgiving love someone like me? Snip. Will she still love me when- Ding. Ding. Ding. I heard the rustling of the covers, and could hear her subtle groans as the morning bell woke her up. "Levi?" her tired voice sighed as she stretched her arms above her head and looked around. Her eyes were heavy as they scanned the room, but they perked up when they met mine. "Good morning," I said as I continued to trim my hair. "Did you sleep okay?" "Mhm.." she yawned as she rubbed her eyes. The sound of her sleepy voice, the grogginess in her eyes and her disheveled hair sent a chill down my spin, but I had to play it off. "You're cutting your hair?" she asked weakly and I could hear her sit up in my bed.
