#levi akkerman

A dark room. Wet bedding in the corner. Rusty grilles.

How did it all start? You didn't remember. As soon as you woke up, they grabbed you and threw you into this dungeon. And only rarely did one man come to you. And he always asked the same question, "Do you remember me?"

The answer was always no. And after that, he would leave. Food was brought to you when you were sleeping, they didn't let you see anyone else.

The sound of drops. The squeak of a mouse. The smell of mold.

—Levi. What does this name mean to you?

It's him again. But the question is different. You were looking at him. Only with his arrival did the lights turn on. His black hair and gray eyes. It's like you've seen them before. But you don't remember where.

—no. He doesn't say anything. Will you leave again? Then hurry up.

It's been a lot longer than usual. He just stands there and looks at you. Until he waved his hand, took out the keys and opened your cage.

—Then we'll have to talk more.

Scary. You step back until your back hits the wall. And he comes closer, putting the blade to your throat and making a small incision.

You start screaming in pain and fall to your knees in front of him in tears, clutching at the cut.

—There is no pair… Still, our fears were not true. I'm sorry.

You don't understand what he's talking about. What kind of steam? What are the concerns?

He did not answer, only handing you a handkerchief so that you put it over the wound and led him by the edge of his shirt to the exit.

It was scary to leave such a familiar place. You've already gotten used to the darkness. So the street light blinded you, forcing you to close your eyes.

Then everything flew by in a couple of moments. You were taken to a house, washed and dressed, and then fed. But that man didn't show up anymore.

It was only three days later that he returned, walking into your room. A room that has belonged to you for more than you can remember.

—You lived here. With me. Before the Titans' attack happened. You've been turned into one of them. But Hanji decided to use some of her chemicals on you. You became human again, but there was a chance that you could turn again. And you didn't remember anything.

You were looking at him. And he's off to the side. The man leaned his shoulder against the door frame while you slowly got out of bed, walking towards him.

He didn't move, he waited. As if he didn't want to scare me off. And then he looked into your eyes when you were standing a couple of steps away from him. He held out his left hand to you with a ring on his ring finger. Then I took out a second, the same ring, but smaller, from my pocket and put it in your palm.

—Were we married?

—There were. You don't remember. You can live here, I won't touch you. I'll help you find a job, and then do whatever you want.

—Do you think I'm going to hate you for being imprisoned?

You put your hand up to his face. A familiar movement. Lightly stroke her cheek, and then pull her into a kiss.

But he moved away from you a little, not letting you do it.

—I'm sorry. I didn't think. I… if we were together, maybe you can help me remember the past. Remember you?

—I don't think I can help that much. Only if you want to.