𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 ,, 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏

𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇

"Tori, when were you born?" I heard the muffled voice of my boyfriend whose mouth settled itself on my neck. I shrugged and focused on the sparkling twilight above. Jonas asked again, this time, more persistent as if he's demanding an answer right now.

"Look, I don't know, okay? If I do, I don't want to talk about it either." He muttered a sorry and resumed leaving gentle kisses on the soft flesh. When was I born? Even I don't know. Maybe that damn father of mine knows. But I can't just simply ask him considering he's outside the walls.

His soothing pecks turned into a full, make-out session in his bed. He was indeed a good pleaser, no one rivaled him. He provided my desires, making them come true. I ran my hands through his soft locks and whispered his name.

"I love you."

What a lie. That was all I could say after he died. Ever since his death, I haven't been functioning properly. Lately, I have skipped training, meals, and got called out to my superior's office more often. Levi made me clean the whole headquarters, the whole fucking headquarters of Survey Corps. But he had a good reason though: it was to keep my mind off of Jonas.

I felt lonely considering I'm surrounded by a bunch of dickheads that I've grown to care for. Who's next on my list? Is what I always thought.

"When were you born?"

His question was still stuck in my head, along with his being. I miss him very much. I'll do anything just answer the last question he asked.

After some time of rummaging through reports of me, interrogating intelligence agents, and sleepless nights, I have concluded that my birthday is on January eight. Right in the middle of winter. It's two months from now and I'm not planning on announcing it to everyone just so they could throw me a party. Why do people even celebrate birthdays? It is just the day they were born.

I was sent again to Levi's office for the third time this day. I shouted at him during training about his height, which made him pissed.

"Come in, maniac." Hearing his cool and lax voice sent shivers down my spine. He and Jonas resemble each other's behavior, only Jonas is more outgoing and upbeat. The usual smirk was plastered on my face as I sat on his couch.

"I know you're going through some shitty times..." Just like that, I broke down in front of him. I didn't realize that I was holding back my tears all this time since my lover died. Every day, I keep up my barrier to appear like my old self, the smirking, chill, and unbothered Tori. The tears seemingly didn't end as my emerald eyes looked away. I was sad yet my face was showcasing a smug look.

Levi's eyes widened and scratched his throat to somehow not notice it. "But that doesn't give you the right to shout at me. Everyone has lost someone yet they kept their composure. I suggest you do the same before I make you clean the whole fucking base again." His words comforted me even though they were in a scolding manner. Then the impossible happened,

I smiled.

I smiled for the first time. I didn't know why but I feel so blissful as of the moment. The ravenette was the shock of course, and he tried every way to know why I smiled.

"Can I stay here?" I asked, in the softest voice possible.

"Fine, shitty maniac." I stopped my sobbing and hastily wiped the tears away. I went to his desk and did some of his paperwork for him as he studied me carefully.

"Do you know when's my birthday?"

"Of course not." He rolled his eyes and resumed eyeing me.

"It's eight of January," I stated then stacked the finished paperwork on his desk.