||| Nine Years Ago |||
Farlan was usually in the market buying meds for his sick mother or carrying her to see a doctor.
"Mom, come on, let's go home," Farlan said to his mother. He put her arm around his shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist in order to carry her. We started walking her home. He forced her to use her legs in hope to get more blood circulating to them.
On their way, Farlan's mother heard the sound of a sweet violin. She smiled softly at the beautiful symphony. "It's rare to hear something so lovely down here. It reminds me there's so much beauty in this world... like you and your kindness. Never lose that."
Farlan nodded, "Let's get back home, Mom." He sadly smiled at his weak mother. The doctor said she didn't have much time left. He peaked at the person who was playing for someone else in the alley.
It was a young lady, probably around the age 17, with (h/c) hair and (e/c). The man she was playing for rested his eyes and when she was sure he had passed, she stopped playing and she laid him down for him to rest in peace.
Farlan made sure, he'd looked for her later, but for now getting his mother home was his top priority.
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(F/n) regularly walked the streets of the Underground, she went from home to her "meeting" in a hotel room back home. Every day it was the same route, she didn't bother looking at faces or playing nice with anyone, none were the slightest bit important to her. It was in her program: do her job, get paid, go home to Zee. Nothing else mattered.
Farlan and (F/n) always passed one another, but there was never a reason to acknowledge each other's existence. Not until, "Violin Girl," Farlan called out. It wasn't uncommon for people to refer to (F/n) as Violin Girl.
Still, Farlan felt bad for not being able to use her actual name, "Sorry, I don't know your name."
(F/n) turned around to see who was calling her.
Farlan flinched at her cold stare, for someone who knew how play such a delicate instrument, she carried such an intense aura.
"What do you need?" She asked with a even, low monotone voice.
"My mom she's sick, she heard you playing the other day. I was hoping you would play for her before she leaves." Farlan explained.
(F/n) eyes softened at him, it was never easy losing your mother. "Okay, how much longer does she have?"
"Doctor says a week."
"In a week, I'll meet you here. If you need me any time sooner, I always pass this way." (F/n) told him. "If that's it I have somewhere else I need to be." She kept walking forward to head back home.
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Farlan placed a hand on his mother's forehead, all her limbs were cold, her breaths were drawn out.
"I'll be back soon, Mom." Farlan moved strands of her hair away and kissed her forehead. Farlan stood from his mom's bedside and went to the spot he would meet (F/n). It was the end of the week, he's mother didn't look like she'd even last another hour.
(F/n) stood against a building, leaning her back on the wall, she crossed her arms and kept her head down as she waited for the boy from last week to arrive.
When she saw him walking towards her, she shot herself off the wall and met up with him. Farlan directed her to his home, then to his mother's room.
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Death Discriminates || Levi Ackerman x Reader
Fanfiction"Why does it seem like only good people suffer in this world? If life and death truly doesn't discriminate... I shouldn't be standing here, in fact, I shouldn't have lost them... all of them. But it does. That's the way life goes on in this world. T...
