Riaru

He remembered her in his dreams. A far away memory of death and destruction. Her flushed lips against his. Her hair, long and black, tangled in his cold fingers. It destroyed him, burning him from the inside out until his cold heart bursted with warmth. She was his love. She was his everything.

When she died, he did not cry. He simply bit his lip and refused to show emotion. She was only a girl. A stupid, reckless, bratty girl. But she was his, and the world had taken her from him. And he was angry. But it was only a dream.

When he saw her in the library, her fingers ghosting over the spine of a book, he could only stare. She could not be real. She was not real. Cold fingers reached out and touched the soft crimson fabric around her neck. When she turned to look at him, she blinked. They did not know each other. It was impossible. She. Was. Not. Real. And yet, here she was. The literal girl of his dreams. His breath caught in his throat.

"M..Mikasa?"

"Levi. It's about time you showed up."