The Lonely

Ancient Melody

WARNING: This is the end of the story, I hope you've all enjoyed it! I might make it sequel, depending on if you guys really like it. Thank you all so much for reading this (even if it's been iffy sometimes)!!!!
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Levi's POV
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The sound of several melodies mixing together resonates off of the walls. Each duet partner is huddled together, attempting to perfect their piece in the few short minutes they have left. Eren sends a questioning glance my way and I nod. With my violin and bow in one hand, I meet him at the entrance to the practice rooms. Once inside a practice room, we slowly set down our instruments before embracing.

"Your dick is too big," I grumble against his shoulder. The soreness from doing so many rounds caught up with my body, more accurately, my ass. Eren mimics me by mumbling gibberish before kissing my cheek with a wet smack. I grimace and pretend to wipe it off, but I don't actually mind.

"You know you love me and my big dick," The beautiful smile that he has seemed to master makes my breathing hitch. I snuggle into his shoulder, kissing his collarbone and squeeze him lightly. "You're being awfully affectionate today."

"Shut up," I push him away. "You know I love you. Now come on, let's practice."

"Yessir!" The dumbass that is my boyfriend salutes me before setting up his cello and stand. I roll my eyes at him before putting my music up and tuning my violin. I position myself and check on Eren only to see that he's ready too.

"Ready to do this, babe?" I ask. I slow down my breathing in preparation to play.

"Let's do this, bae!" I again roll my eyes before breathing out and inhaling sharply and beginning the piece.
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"That was absolutely great!" Eren enthuses after we finish. I walk over to where he's sitting and kiss the top of his head. He looks up to me and grins.

"We're going to have to do that in front of the class, you know that, right?" I raise my eye brows at him.

"Yeah, but I always feel more confident when I play with you," Eren murmurs. I blink once, then twice, before coming up with a perfectly cheesy answer.

"No matter where we are, I'm always at ease when you're nearby," I kiss his temple this time and he grins. Knocking at the door interrupts our moment, followed by Armin's face being shoved up against the window.

"Two minutes before you perform!" He yells through the window before scampering off. Levi and I look at each other before shrugging.

"Let's go then, sweetheart," I pick up all my belongings only to see Eren has froze. "Eren, what's wrong?"

"I love you, Levi, and I plan on marrying you some day, I hope you know that," Carribean blue eyes bore into my own as his face is completely serious.

"I know that," I smile, ever so slightly. "You'll have to be the bride though." I turn my back to him and walk out out of the practice room. Incoherent protesting comes from the room but I ignore it.

"Levi, you're the prettier one, you should be the bride!" Eren yells after me right as the door to the practice rooms shut behind me. I give a little wave as I strut up to our orchestra teacher.

"We're ready to perform now," Wide brown eyes stare behind me. I turn and see a flustered Eren pushing through the door, almost dropping his music and instrument. I sigh and turn back to her. "He'll be ready too."

"Levi! Don't go deciding things on your own!" Eren huffs. I give our teacher a look and she nods, calling the class to attention.

"Are we going to do this or not, sweetheart?" I smirk. A loud groan escapes Eren's mouth but he continues to struggle to sit next to where I am standing. Surprisingly for him being so disorganized, he sets up just as fast. It's not long before he's in place and staring at me.

"You ready?" Eren asks, with his signature grin on his face. My heart skips a beat but I don't hesitate to nod. I breathe in softly then out.

"1, 2, 3," I breathe sharply in on four and Eren comes in with me.

Our instruments meld together in a fast-paced Spanish piece. Fingers flying and bows almost ricocheting off of the strings. Having memorized the piece, I steal a glance at my lover and see him looking back at me. The adoration and love he's always had for me bubble to the surface as the music takes over him. I don't know how I've never noticed. Realization hits me as my own eyes are probably filled with the same emotion. This shitty brat, this lover of mine, this beautiful human chose me. Without realizing it, we finish the piece, only to be met by applause. Our eyes stay locked and that's when I understand the depth of feelings for him. That's when I understand that I will never let him go.