Memory

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

You're slightly shorter than Levi here 🌚

There was sunlight.

A nice bright sunlight that gave off a pleasurable warmth that seemed to put your troubled mind at ease.

You put a hand above your eyes and stared at the bright blue sky above you. A smile fixated on your face. Occasionally a white puffy cloud danced across your field of vision, the white swirl accompanied by a pleasant spring breeze that carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Every single trouble/worry you had was quickly diminished. Can the day get any better?

"Ahem," Cleared a voice beside you, trying not so hard to gather your attention.

You looked over in reply, and the smile on your face widened.

He cleared his throat, one hand lay at his side, while the other fidgeted nervously with the collar of his white dress shirt. "(F/n).." He said softly, you nodded and motioned for him to continue. "Do I-uh, have permissio- Uh,"

Holy shit he's stuttering.

He cleared his throat again, gathering whatever composure he had managed to lose, and took a deep breath. "Can I hold your hand?" His eyes were fixated on anywhere else but you.

"Do you have to ask?" You replied teasingly.

"Tch. Can I hold your hand or not?" His face was quite annoyed, but his eyes were filled with complete adoration.

"Of course; Levi." You giggled as he quickly laced his fingers with yours. Your soft palm was laid onto his, and It fit almost perfectly.

He saw you staring down at your intwined hands, and he to let out a small smile. It was small; but no doubt it was a smile.

"So where are we going?" You asked passively while occasionally glancing at your practically glowing lover.

The white shirt he wore reflected the suns rays, so it really did make him look like he was glowing. And you couldn't help but stare at how angelic he looked.

Adding to that was the gorgeous chiseled face that was always fixated into that serious stoic expression. But you knew his face would change once the two of you were alone on your "mystery date".

And his hair. Oh how when you were alone you wanted to run your hands through the silky black strands that were way to perfect to even be hair. The hair that was in the undercut fashion that you didn't typically like but looked completely perfect on your lover. And the hair that was parted in not so in the middle, and hung in strands on the front of his face.

"Well," He said breaking your train of thought and gaze. "Once you're finished eye fucking me, then we'll carry on to a little picnic like thing I planned.

"What's wrong with eye fucking someone as gorgeous as you?" You replied with a small pout.

"Nothing. Except the fact that you look as stunning as I could ever hope to be." He replied casually, "And anyways, I just prefer the real thing."

"What..?" You paused, "Levi!"

He chuckled and sped up his pace.

There was a picnic laid out just by a small stream.

A nice dark green blanket was spread out below you. The color closely mimicking that of the grass that vastly surrounded the open space.

The stream just mere feet away from you was densely filled with gurgling blue liquid. The droplets of water that occasionally fell upon the many stones that filled the small pool sparkled in the sunlight.