My Enemy To Love {Ereri/Riren}

Chapter 3

Third person

The war takes almost everything. Everything we care about, everything we depend on, everything we are. Right here, in this particular kingdom, the war had taken a queen. A queen that many people depended on, that many people loved, that many people cherished. She was kind, loving, sweet, but also brutal, and cunning if needed. She was the perfect queen, but had been given a terrible, yet amazing gift. She had been given the gift of death, yet the gift of restarting her life, and so she did

She watched over the ones she loved from the shadows, making sure they stood safe. Always she watched from afar, for she could no longer touch them. She was someone else now, even with the same soul, she was reborn anew. And so she lived her new life anew, still taking care of the ones that belonged to her before.

And this is where we come to the small argument of siblings, their mother shaking her head and smiling in the shadows of the garden, for she had also been given the gift of being born anew close to them.

Levi’s POV

“Please! ~ We really need you to get someone finally! Pretty please! ~” I rolled my eyes at Petra, and Mikasa grunted at us. "Petra, I think we'll stay alone forever, since his gay ass won't get himself a wife. I don't think it's worth trying anymore." Mikasa turned her head back to the book she was reading, while silently still looking at us, from the corner of her vision. Although she was the youngest, she acted much more mature than Petra, and I was glad for that, because if she acted like Petra, I’d probably go crazy on them.

“Petra shut up. I'm not getting married, just so you can finally get married. It’s not fair. Sure there shouldn’t be this stupid law stating that the oldest had to marry before the younger could, but still, I'm not getting married to someone I don’t care about.” Really, why was this law stated anyway? I mean, I have to have someone who’s not annoying, clean, meaning they aren’t messy, and will keep their room and shit clean, and most of all who will love me for me, not the money or wealth. I can be hard to deal with, and I know that, but they have to be able to deal with me.

“Well you should.” Suddenly her expression changed to a more serious one, there was the older sister coming out. “Levi, you really do need someone. Since mother died eight years ago, you haven’t been the same. And it got even worse three years ago. I don’t know why you still hang on the past, when you can’t do anything to change it. Stop dwelling on the past Levi, and live the future.” I stood up, those same words echoing in my head over and over, making me dizzy.

Don’t dwell on the past Levi, live the future. I ran into the garden, not knowing where else to go, what else to do. I ran to the small Willow tree standing on a small hill. There, my mother lay buried. My most precious person, whose words were as precious as her life. I collapsed on my knees in front of the small rock with her name on it.

‘Mary Ackerman. 38. Beloved by many, many slain by her.’

I felt tear pierce my eyes, and I didn’t hold them back as I usually would. I started sobbing out the song that led my life until now, a song that she loved, and she taught me. It may have been a different song from the other ones, but we both loved it.

”Tired of being what you want me to be,

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.

Don’t know what you’re expecting of me,

Put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes.