I am not dead! Sorry for the long hiatus ;_; I was just thinking a lot. Nothing bad I swear!!! Okay here is the chapter: sorry for spelling mistakes!
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Life, it is not about waiting for the storm to pass. But instead to dance in the rain. Ever since that winter, things have shifted between Levi and I. Almost like we were closer, and in a deeper more profound bond. back then we were too stupid to notice. I feel like I still don't understand what it is that is happening between us. But now as him and I sit in the cafe, the rain flooding out our chances to sit by the cliff, we looked at each other the way we would always look at each other like we did on the cliff. But something in his eyes told me a different story; and it was one that I didn't understand. "Sure is a big storm huh?" I looked out of the window as the waitress came out and placed down two tea cups filled with warm tea. I grabbed the handle and brought it up to my lips, blowing down on the hot liquid to cool it down. Levi grabbed his from the handle and took a tiny and quick sip, looking down at his drink, totally and utterly unresponsive to my tiny question that sounded more like a statement.
I was silently thankful that there wasn't much thunder or bright flashes of lightning striking down onto the town. And it wasn't that I was afraid of them (which I wasn't) but just the silent sounds of the pit-pat of rain of the windows or the roof was such a peaceful sound. Almost as peaceful as the sound of silence or the song of the birds chirping. It was just me and Levi in this small little tea shop, no umbrella in hand as we did not want to go out there just to get soaked and drenched in the rain water, plus Levi said he didn't want to. "Oh come on Levi! Live for once in your life!" I chuckled as I brought my face closer to the window, my breath fogging it slightly before it would go away and be replaced by another. And the cycle would continue on repeat. "No." Levi said firmly before taking in another sip from his plain white tea cup.
"Life, is about dancing in the rain." I said in a matter of factly voice, my finger in the air and a firm look on my face. "Let me think about it.....No." He took another sip, looking away from the window while my hand fell numbly to my side, disappointment spreading across my face. "whatever.." I mumbled sadly, holding my cup with both hands and sighing, catching Levis gaze. "You want to that badly, brat?" He held the cup by the glossy porcelain handle and looked at me, eyebrows raised slightly.
I gave a small shrug in response, looking away and keeping my mouth on the rim of the cup, pretending to take a long sip but the liquid in the cup just brush against my top lip once in awhile. I heard the squeaking of a chair and Levi standing up, placing his napkin on the table and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Lets go. And you're paying." He pointed to the two cups while waiting. A wide and silly little grin spread on my face as I pulled out a 10 and ran out of the store, calling a thank you to the nice waitress who had served us. I looked both ways, seeing the road ghostly empty.
This was something that made me run out into the middle; causing Levi to run after me, like there was a car heading towards me but there was no cars in the road, as I made sure to double and triple check. "Eren! Be fucking careful you idiot." The rain went up slightly as I saw Levi and the big glops of raindrops hit his hair and making it go flat against his forehead. "God I hate rain." He rolled his eyes, sighing as he watched me twirl and laugh in the rain. "Come on Levi the rain won't hurt you!" I called, running up to him and grabbing his wrist, pulling him with me and spinning him in the rain. An angry look came across his face as I spun him around. "Brat you let me go this instant!" He growled, his eyes narrowing. "Geez you sound like my father!" I chuckled loudly, my shoulders shaking as I laughed.
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