Turning Page || Levi Ackerman

24: Fracture

Hello!

This chapter is really long, and its 3 in the morning. So I'm sorry if there are any errors. (but do expect it lol). 

I had a really fun time writing this chapter,  and a horrible time editing this lol. It was me realizing that what I've written is not good at all lol.

Nevertheless I think the chapter is in a decent state now.

Song for this chapter is My tears are becoming the sea by M83.

I hope you enjoy it!

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MAR 850

Trost is busy as usual.

It's 10 in the morning, and the streets echo with the clatter of horse-drawn carriages and the rhythmic click-clack of shoes. People hurry to work and shops begin to open their wooden shutters.

Vendors yell, as they sell fruit and bread to workers walking in haste. It's rowdy and loud. And the stray cats dare to sleep in a corner of the husting pavement.

It's just another mundane day that flows its usual course.

And Mae sits on the edge of her bed, holding the painting of her and Levi that she keeps on her nightstand.

She faintly remembers the lingering kiss he pressed on her forehead. The sun hadn't risen then, and she was a little too sleepy to decipher the sweet words he was mumbling to her.

When she woke up, her bed was cold and the sun was out.

The day had begun, not waiting for anyone. And Levi was outside the walls. Back to being the dutiful warrior, scourged with the responsibility to save the world.

"Do your best Levi, be a good soldier and I'll try to be a good doctor too." She mumbles, after planting a long peck on the painting.

And she picks up her briefcase, and walks into the day.

Flowing along with the fast pace of the world.

The months of March have always been hot. Heat envelops the ground in a sweltering blaze, and Mae's hands feel clammy the moment she steps out.

"Good morning Doctor," a voice calls from the crowd, and she swivels around.

A familiar mop of blonde hair filters through the passersby. It's Julie. The trainee who's been interning under her for 4 months now.

Time has flown and it's already been 2 years since she decided to start her own clinic. And by God's grace, everything has played out well. Her clinic has become quite popular, and there's always a line of regulars at her door.

"I met Michael yesterday, he told me to pass his thanks to you." Julie says, as she catches up to Mae.

And Mae's chest swells up with pride. She remembers the scrawny boy infected with a fatal case of jaundice. "Oh that's lovely," she chimes. "I'm glad he's doing alright now!"

They continue trekking forward the uphill slope. Her clinic is just a few minutes away. The incoherent chatter of the pedestrians fills up their own lack of conversation. There is peace in such chaos that is so known.

Then, a loud boom intrudes. Loud enough that Mae has to press her hands over her ears.

Light forks through the clouds, piercing through the air and dissolving into the land. Electricity cackles through the wind.