(Levi's P.O.V.)
This chapter gives us a few hints as to how Levi is currently living. There are a couple of points made on how he used to live but there is more to come!
Chapter Three Info:
> When Once Becomes Twice and Twice Becomes Thrice... (Part 2)
> Levi's P.O.V.
> More hints on Levi's current and past life
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Days seem to simply go by. The pains of yesterday forgotten by the somewhat brighter, new days. Sure my past isn't something to be proud or happy of but I've taken the high road into a better way of living. I mean seriously, look where I am now! I own a three bedroom house on the outskirts of a fairly rich city and I'm the captain of my own chosen crew at Trost; a company that designs and sells catalogues on our fellow business's materials.
The job doesn't sound like a lot but it's always a bitch to meet deadlines when you're whole crew specializes at one certain part of the process and can simply throw everyone off if they don't do their job right. So, as my team is separated by photographer, writer, editor, and computer designer, I am the only one capable of doing all four jobs efficiently. So, I help out wherever I can before sharing the final copy and sending it to the printers. Sometimes after especially hard weeks my group and I grab a quick drink or I go home, sit on my porch, and enjoy a good cigarette.
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"Two rejects in one fucking week," I click my tongue in irritation as my teammates practically collapse from exhaustion before my eyes. "Everyone rest up this weekend and be ready for yet another busy start on Monday," I finish our meeting up with words of care for my somewhat annoying co-workers.
Once every member is safely on their ways home, I stop in by my Boss, the C.E.O. of Trost; Erwin Smith. We have a brief meeting about the final product before I'm released to go home for the weekend. I give the other's on the floor a wave goodbye as I head into the neat elevator. I grip the needed documents in my right hand as the elevator opens to a dimly lit parking garage where I and many others leave their cars.
I take the 1969 black Corvette for a ride through the town until the sleek car pulls into a familiar driveway that sits on a quiet little street known as Rose Boulevard. My body, as if by memory, moves by itself, carrying me into the neat blue-ish house. Dropping the materials, I kick my shoes off and go to change into some decent casual wear.
Once my body is cloaked in a more comfortable manner, I slide my outdoor slippers on and take a seat on my simple wooden porch. As I light my first cigarette of the day, my silver eyes catch the beautiful oranges and purples of the evening sky. I take a few long, soothing drags, my peace suddenly interrupted by the sound of bickering and the sight of a moving truck.
My body turns away from the view of the lover's quarrel as my mind practically dares me to sit and watch as the couple yell openly at each other. The dark side wins and I can't help but watch the two out of the corner of my eye as I listen in to the heated conversation just a mere 4 houses down.
"It was your idea to move here and now you're upset that you have to help us carry the furniture in! Grisha, what the hell is wrong with you!" The seemingly young spitfire yells at the older looking male.
