Reawakening

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Levi's POV

Shooting up from my sleep, breathing heavily, I put my hands around my head. I treble terribly and feel my the sweat on my body causing my nightclothes to stick to my skin.

" I-it was just a dream..."

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand shakily as I take a deep breath. I wipe my face with my hands and walk to the bathroom, splashing some ice cold water on my face and getting ready for the day.

I pull on my clothes and grab a cup of coffee before walking out the door.

Taking a deep breath as soon as I reach the street I get in my car and start to calm down.

After a few minutes I park and get out, walking to my first class. I look over to see a tall boy with tussled brown hair, looking down at a map of the school. I could recognise that mop of hair anywhere.

I subconsciously walk over.

" E-Eren...?"

The younger male turns to face me, I nearly dropped my coffee.

" Yes? Who might you be?"

" I-I'm Levi... Y-you don't remember me... Do you...?"

I asked cautiously.

" No but you seem a little familiar..."

I could feel my heart cracking, splitting at the seams, threatening to tear my mind to bits.

" D-dido you want help to find a class?"

" Yeah actually, I'm looking for psychology. "

" Just over there, follow the tall brown haired girl with glasses. Her name is Hanji, don't talk to her too much. She's crazy. Stupid shitty four-eyes. "

He chuckled a little and I wanted to hold him so closely.

" Thank you!"

He yelled as he ran toward Hanj, accidentally numbing into her and dropping some of her books and his own.

I sighed quietly and decided to just go home.

' I'm top ranking in the class... I can do what I want...'

I thought as I walked back to the parking lot.

When I get back to the apartment, I feel hollower than ever before. I can see his image standing at the oven trying to cool before he cries out, jumping back from the large plume of smoke rising from the failed dish. I shake my head to clear it and go to the bed, collapsing on it, curling up and feeling the tears well up.

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