I Remember You... (A Levi x Reader) (Rewritten)

Chapter 20

A/N - I'm back my loves! I'm terribly sorry for the delay - but I am going to try and update at least once every 2 weeks!

3 months later

Y/N

"Y/N! Could you grab that for me, dear?" Mabel asks me as I'm by the chicken coop. I had just finished feeding the chickens for Albert, seeing as he had a stand in the farmer's market today. Ever since I had been adopted by Albert and Mabel, they had been nothing but kind to me. They helped me the best they could with raising Isabella, my baby, and reintroducing me to the world.

Ever since a few weeks ago, I had been having dreams about this blurred out face, the same man. I theorised that he was my husband, seeing as I wouldn't have a child for no reason - obviously. It clearly was not possible. Albert had promised to keep an eye out in the market for me, in any hope of discovering who I really am.

I grab the empty wooden-bucket for Mabel and walk over to her, hanging it over with a small smile, before looking down at Isabella, who was sat in a baby's basket wrapped in a blanket in the shade under a tree. "Hey, kid. How 'ya doing?" I smile softly down at her, leaning over to pick her up. I pepper kisses all over her tiny face, bringing her to offer me a gummy smile. It was rather cute.

I would never have expected my main source of happiness to come from this tiny child, who smiles up at me in such awe, such love. Her eyes shone the brightest blue whenever she was around me, and it really warms my heart. As I cradle my baby in my arms, I seem to forget the chicken coop door left open. "Y/N! Oh goodness!"

I look over, wincing to myself. "Oh crap!" Hurriedly placing Isabella back into her basket, I begin to run over to the coop to round up the chickens, a smile on my face from Isabella's amused giggles.

Erwin

He sits in his office, being newly appointed as the Commander of the Survey Corps, he hadn't been given a single day off, a day to grieve. This was his first opportunity to do so. So what did he spend it doing? Drinking - alone.

It seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye. The minute he had his little sister back in his protective grasp, his fingers were released and there she was again - falling, falling, falling. Until she fell. Alone. She had been alone when she passed away, nobody there to comfort her, nobody there to reassure her, nobody there to reassure her as she took her last breathe. He had once again failed as a brother, as her protector.

Even now, he had given himself the time to grieve her, to remember her. She had been so happy, their life was perfect, if only for a moment. She had her baby on the way, she was married, she was a section commander; everything she wanted, she had received, and she had took it graciously with a smile. So why did the world choose to take her? Why did it choose to take someone so important - so loved?

He remembered the saying 'God chooses to take the prettiest flowers in the garden', and he had no doubt that his sister was beautiful, both inside and out. But, it didn't seem fair to him. She was still needed down here, her baby didn't even get a chance of living, or breathing. When was the last time he had seen her? When was the moment of calm before the storm? He couldn't even bring himself to remember, all he could remember was that he had failed. He had failed her.

His little sister was gone - how could he ever accept that?

Levi

"Sir. If you'd have one minute to talk-." Levi's harsh gaze lifts as the timid cadet enters his office. He sits up in his seat, crossing his arms and looking at the girl menacingly. He didn't have time for stupid brats like this. How dare they even try?

"Tsk. I don't have 'one minute' to talk. Now get out of my office, unless it's important." His harsh gaze is the trigger of the gun, sending the kid turning on her heel and running out of the office. He slams his hand down on the desk in frustration, before lifting his hands to scrape them through his raven-black hair. It seemed so impossible to focus on tasks, on training, on life in general. Who was he kidding, a life without Y/N was not a life worth living.

But of course, he carried on to live. His reasoning? He knew that if he was to go and meet his wife before his time, the only thing he would receive was a slap up the side of the head for being 'stupid' and 'reckless'. However, the thought didn't even sound bad to him. He felt his lip twitch at the thought of his wife's frustrated yells. As soon as it had appeared though - it had disappeared again.

He shouldn't be thinking about Y/N. She was gone. She was never going to return, no matter how hard he stared at the door, no matter how hard he dreamed, and no matter how hard he tried to feel her touch in the night as the eyes of those he had failed bore into his soul. She wasn't going to return to him. Never would he see her smile again - he would like to say he had accepted it... except he hadn't. He really hadn't.

He could hear the whispers of the cadets, permanently echoing down the halls; they forget he could here them.

'I heard his wife died.'

"He has a wife? Doesn't seem like the type to date."

"Well I feel sorry for whoever he did marry."

'Tsk.' They didn't hurt him - not at all. He refused to react to the slight pang in his chest every single time his 'wife' was mentioned. She had a name - she would forever have a name, in his heart, in his mind, in his soul. To him, he was Y/N. Even in death. He liked to think that the cadets were missing out. They never got to experience the kind laugh, the smile, the confidence of his beloved brat. They never would.

Levi had closed everyone away. Locked away his heart in a cage and threw away the key, disposed of it. No happiness left in him after she had left him on her departure to the afterlife. Though he had always been cold, he only came across as colder. Yelling at the brats whenever he could, forcing them to clean every spot, glaring at anyone even when they didn't necessarily do anything wrong? He didn't care, he never did.

Y/N was not just his wife, she was his best friend, his partner. If they had expected him to be the same without her, they were wrong.

Y/N

"Sorry, Y/N. Nothing yet." Albert smiles sadly at me as I struggle to feed Isabella. The brat was stubborn. I shrug at him, it was okay. I had never expected any different. If I had nearly died in the Fall of Wall Maria, it was likely that he was dead too. It was a slim chance that I had anyone waiting for me - although I liked to think that there was.

"Don't worry about it- Oh for Goodness Sake Isabella! Please just eat your food!" I whisper-yell in frustration, only causing my child to giggle. She has always been a picky eater, first refusing to drink the milk, and now refusing to eat the baby food the doctor had suggested. "You're lucky you're adorable, kid."

"Y/N. Are you sure you don't want to find the man? You must have loved him." Mabel starts, causing my head to raise and look over to her. Try and find my husband? What was the point? I was perfectly content here. I had no memory of the man - how was I supposed to love him? "Not even try?"

"No, not really. After all, how can you love a man you don't remember?"