He was mysterious, dangerous, cold, insensitive, and down right rude.
But-
He loved you to hell and back. No matter what, no one would have you, except him. Not even if you didn't love him back.
Why?
He's Levi Ackerman. That's why.
𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 �...
The run away woman only gave those two her numbers. Even Eren and the others were withheld of the information. The less they know, the better. Every month she would get a new phone, but Sasha and Petra were always given the new number just to keep her informed on what was happening.
Now it seemed urgent.
(Y/n) picked up the phone and called Petra. Who the hell calls around midnight? It's the witching hour, everyone should be busy.
"Finally! Why the hell have you been ignoring my calls?" Petra cursed in a whisper.
The girl rolled her eyes. "It's called sleep. And when you are on the run, you don't get a lot of it. Listen, I'm busy trying to recreate a life, so make it quick-"
Petra cut her off, "Levi has sent spies after you. Literally a man hunt for you. Private detective, people who are watching us, and more."
"How much more?" Hesitantly asked.
"I don't know, but you need to be extra careful. Please, stay safe." They talked for another minute before hanging up. Quickly, (Y/n) set the open phone on the ground and stomped on it, breaking it in half.
That was the start to her 10th month free of Levi and her own family. Money was supplied by quick paying jobs that never needed a ID. Rather doing tutoring sessions with local kids, or quick janitor work. Anything she could do. Even pickpocketing.
Which she often practiced.
The female turned to her clock.
[7:33am]
Time to get up. She had a long day. After getting dressed in plain clothing, she put on a black jacket with a hood and completed the look with sunglasses. Yes- cliche, but effective. Converse shoes, blue jeans and a small backpack were her only possessions.
Quickly, she popped two Advil to deal with the pain of her constant headaches. (Y/n) became reliant on them. Her hair was past her shoulder blades. The (c) hair was soft, after she brushed the knots and tangles out.
Then-the day started. Packed up and ready.
New York wasn't terrible, but some of the people were. A curse here and there when she bumped shoulders with the pedestrians. Homeless, crazy people and abandon pets caught her a little off guard. But the city was beautiful and it truly never slept.
"Taxi!" She called. One of million yellow cars pulled over and she quickly threw her suitcase in and got inside the car. "City Transit please." He nodded and pulled back into traffic.
It took about twenty minutes to get to her destination. She payed the man, not too little and not too much. Before the (c) haired girl got out and stretched her limbs. She was about to enter the building when a man grabbed her arm.
Instinct kicked in- she quickly turned around and had her fist ready for a punch.
"Wait!" The man grabbed her fist and looked into her eyes. The emerald green eyes made her heart stop. The soft brown hair caught her off guard. "(Y/n)...it's me, Erin."
