Prolouge

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I used to cry myself to sleep, with just myself in the dark and the sprinkles of light around my room.

"Levi!"

I used to try and run away from reality, I've always been zoning out at random times.

"Brat."

I used to believe nothing can be achieved. That nothing can be ever fixed in this world, that this was just reality. We were meant to die someday. We have no idea when, but it was going to happen. My comrades and I knew that since the beginning. There were a lot of deaths, some whom we can't stop crying over.

"I love you."

I used to believe love wasn't a thing. Just a thing that was made up to make a good story line for fairytales my mother used to tell me...Of course, I was proven wrong by the most strongest man, who's been through it all...

"I love you, too, brat."

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