Cool rain falls from the sky as I make my way home, cursing myself for not having a car, or at least an umbrella. Those kinds of things tend to slip my mind too often. The again, it was warranted. I spent my money on things to protect myself before I spent it something like an umbrella. Although, a car might not be such a bad investment. Regardless, right now I'm stuck walking in the rain. It was getting late and all I wanted to do was get home and crawl under my blankets and lie my head down on the soft pillow of mine. My house was in better shape than most people's and I liked it that way. It wasn't big, but it was cozy and always kept clean. I made my bed every morning and made sure that the dishes were done and the floor was swept. Some people just didn't care, but like to take care of what I worked so hard to pay for.
A sudden coldness around my right foot makes me look down to see that I've stepped right in a huge puddle. Great, now my foot is full of freaking disgusting, muddy water. I sigh and as I go to continue walking something catches my attention. Down the street I spot a bright red umbrella. It appeared to be in the hands of a girl. I get a little closer, making sure to be careful. I wasn't exactly on good terms with lots of people, and they would do a lot to hurt me, that included trying to lure me in with young women. Apparently being a twenty one year old to everyone else meant all I wanted was a ton of girls throwing themselves at me. But this girl looked different. She wasn't wearing tight clothing and her pants went down to her ankle, instead of stopping at what I could only describe as the middle of her butt. Actually, she was dressed nice. Her leather boots didn't have a single scuff and her long button up coat was in perfect condition. Even her nails on the hand holding the red umbrella looked manicured to perfection. She didn't look like she belonged on this side of town. I sneak up on her and lean against the walls beside her, crossing my arms and putting on my cold mask.
"I think your on the wrong side of town Princess." She jumps and turns to see me, my eyes meeting hers. At that moment I do a double take. I had seen a lot of girls in my days, but none of them compared to her in my eyes. Her bright (e/c) eyes are the first thing that catches my attention. I also notice the way her (h/c) hair falls smoothly. Her features weren't necessarily sharp and beautiful, but they weren't cute, they were completely unique. But I only let myself stare for a second.
"Excuse me?" She asks, sounding a little offended.
"Did you not hear me the first time?" I ask, earning a bit of a glare.
"What are you implying?" She asks, her perfect lips bending to form the words.
"I'm saying that designer clothes are sold on the other side of town, so I'm thinking you should leave." I stand up straight and run a hand through my dark hair. She's watching me carefully, her free hand close to her designer bag. I can only imagine what she's thinking about me. I wasn't exactly what you would call well off, and even though I try to keep myself as clean and neat as possible she could probably tell that I was what some people would call a 'gangster' or a 'thug'. But I wasn't a bad guy, I worked hard for what I owned, and it wasn't like I would hurt anybody. At least, not if they didn't do something to deserve it first. But I wasn't, and never would be a killer. I was a good guy, I was just born into a poor family, and that wasn't my fault. This girl though, she was lucky.
"Oh? And what makes you think I can't handle myself?" Oh, I see how it's going to be.
"Well, just look at you." I gesture to her clothes. "Now, I'm a nice guy, so of course I myself am not going to hurt you. However, some of the other people around here, aren't as nice as I am. And k can't stay and protect you, so I suggest you leave now princess."
"What's your name?" She asks.
"Why do you want to know?" She sighs.
"Just answer the question." I decide to humor her.
"Okay, Levi." The way my name rolls off her tongue makes me feel something strange. Like, an...attraction. Not in a sexual way. It's weird that I feel like I want to be near her. Was I developing a crush? It was hard to tell. I wasn't one to develop silly feelings like crushes.
"Have you ever heard of the expression 'don't judge a book by its cover' Levi?" She waits for a reaction.
"Maybe I have..." I shrug.
"Well I think you'd do good to think about that expression next time you see someone." She looks smug, but I know exactly what I'm going to say to her.
"So, your saying that when you first saw me you didn't think I was some kind of hardened criminal or thug?" She doesn't say anything. "Because, I saw your hand fly to your bag pretty fast when you first saw me, and oh, would you look at that, it's still there."
She looks down and then drops her hand to her side. "Okay fine, we'll call it even then, and I'm apologizing. So, sorry, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, but you did sneak up on me."
"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." I say. "Now I've got to run." I walk away then, leaving her standing on the street corner.
"Wait, Levi!" I turn to see her coming towards me. She holds out her hand that holds the umbrella. I look at her feeling confused. "Take it."
"I'm not taking your umbrella."
"I'm giving it to you. My car is just down the street, and you look like you need it." She holds it out closer to me.
"I don't take charity." I might not have much, but j had my pride.
"Please, take it. It's not charity." She insures me.
"Yes it is. Go to your car, before someone sees you with me." She growls quietly. She stands still as I once again walk away from her. "I'll see you around Princess."
And without a glance back, I go home to bed.
I wake up, swinging my feet over the edge of my mattress with a groan. I dress in my work clothes and brush my hair and teeth. I walk out of my house and try to wake myself up more by heading down to the local coffee shop. It was going to be a long day, and I don't know if I could get through it without some kind of coffee or tea at some point. I preferred tea over coffee, but I was right by the shop so it would have to do for now. I walk in to the shop, hearing a little bell ring, announcing my arrival and I go up to the counter waiting behind another person in line. Once I get up I order my coffee and wait patiently for it to be made. Once it's done the barista slides a sleeve on the to go cup and I pick it up, saying a quiet thank you as I go. I feel my outdated phone buzz in my pocket and I reach down and pull out the phone, reading the message as I move in the direction of the door. It was from my friend Erwin. He was wondering what time I'd be coming into work today.
I slide my phone open to reply when I feel an impact and I stumble back a few steps. I open my eyes to see my coffee spilled all down the white blouse of a young woman. I open my mouth to apologize, but instantly freeze when I see her standing in front of me. She was even more stunning the the bright light of the shop. Her face showed that she was in pain, most likely from the hot coffee all over her, but she was still beautiful, I feel even more captivated than I the night before. She looks like she's about to say something to me, but has the same reaction I did when she sees me. "Levi?" she asks.
"Yeah, it's me." I watch her flip her hair away from her eyes.
"What a coincidence, eh?" She laughs bit.
"I don't know, was it?" I say. It takes her second to realize what I'm implying.
"You think I'm following you?" she asks.
"Hey, I'm just saying, what are the odds?" I turn away from her then, making my way out of the shop. I hear her fumbling over her words behind me.
"Don't you at least want another cup of coffee?" She asks. Dammit. she was right, I did want coffee.
"Look Princess, I've got somewhere I need to be. It's a little something called a job. Your probably not familiar with the term." I hear her growl and I smirk. I open the door, the bell sounding off again and begin walking down he sidewalk. I sip the small amount of liquid that's in my cup and throw it into a nearby garbage can. I should've apologized to Princess, but there was something about her. Whenever I was with her my mind went from perfectly fine to flustered. But at least some of my sass was still intact. I picture her face and refrain from smiling. It was impossible not to think about her. I was supposed to be a hardened thug, that's how everyone saw me anyway, and sure. sometimes I would step into that role if need be, but this girl melted me like butter.It almost made me angry, but at the same time, I couldn't help but love the feeling a bit...okay, so I might have a small crush. That was okay, right? Or maybe it wasn't. She was rich, I could tell that much. I really wasn't rich. We came from opposite worlds, so it would never work, at least not how I saw it. But secretly, I wished it could.
The honking of a car horn pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn and see her face through the window of a fancy looking car. "Levi!"
I sigh. "What is it now Princess?"
She stops her car and I walk up to the passenger side window. "I brought you a new coffee." She picks up the cup and taunts me a bit.
"Yeah! You want it?" She asks.
"Get in the car." I raise my eyebrows at him.
"If you want the coffee, get in the car. Simple." She gives me a smile that makes my heart flutter. It was uncontrollable.
"Because I want to talk to you." She says it so smoothly.
"How do I know I can trust you?" She chuckles.
"Would you just get in the car?" She smiles wider and shakes her head a fraction.
"Fine." I say, climbing into the passenger seat. She hands me the cup and I sip it. It wasn't what I usually ordered, but it was delicious. Better than what I usually drink, of course I would never ask her what it was. I tend to want to babble around her, and that question had too much babbling potential.
...oh boy do I feel like an idiot.
"So Levi, where do you work?" She moves the car into motion.
"I just started to work in construction." I reply in a cool tone. "You got a job Princess?"
"Yes...and no." She pauses. "I mean I do have a job, but I'm taking some time off."
"Must be nice." I mumble.
"Not for me..." She barely even whispers the words, so I barely hear her. I want to ask her what she means, but I don't want to push her. We didn't even know each other all that well. "...So where do I go?"
"To get to your work. How do I get there?" She asks.
"Just turn right at the light and keep going straight for a while. I'll tell you when we get close." I steal a glance at her profile, admiring her features. The rest of the ride there is silent. "Thanks for the ride. And uh, sorry for the coffee."
"No problem. I'll see you later Levi." I nod and pull on my hard hat and walk away.
"Who was that girl you wee with earlier?" Erwin asks me.
"Somebody I met last night. She gave me a lift to work." I explain. I also realize that I don't know her name. I just called her princess.
"Oh? You gonna see her again?" He asks.
I hope so, I think.
After a long day of work I go home to find a package sitting on my doorstep. I stare at it for a second, debating whether or not to pick it up. I bend down to look at it. It was quite long, but not very tall. It wasn't taped closed, and I could see a slip of paper inside. I sigh, my hot breath colliding with the cool air around me and open the package. A black umbrella sits inside. I pick it up, inspecting it carefully. It seemed to be good quality. I grab the note and it confirms just what I was thinking.
I'm sorry about this morning, I should really watch where I'm going, huh? Anyways, if you won't take my umbrella, then please take this one. After all I had to ask around to get your address, and it's not charity. Keep dry Levi.
It was kind of sweet, and I really did appreciate the thought. Damn, everything this girl did made me like her even more. She wasn't making it easy to be able to say that we shouldn't be together. No, she was making it quite difficult for me to not ask her out. Then again, maybe I should, clearly the difference in lifestyle didn't bother her. But did it bother me? I don't think it would matter that much if we really liked each other. Maybe we could overlook it? I would like to try.
I take my umbrella, box and paper into my house. I fold the piece of paper carefully and go to slip it into the drawer of my nightstand, but I see something stops me. On the back of the paper a sequence of numbers is written. It's a phone number, and I'm assuming it's hers. I pull my own phone out of my pocket and dial the number on the paper. It only takes her a few rings to answer. "Hello?" Her smooth voice asks.
"Levi!" I smirk at her excitement. "Did you get my gift?"
"No, I just guessed your phone number." I hear her chuckle on the other end.
"Do you like it? I didn't know what colour you would like, so I got black." The words come out rushed.
"The colour is good." I assure her. The we talk for a while. She tells me about herself, her family, where she's from. Her favourite colour. I talk about myself too. I tell her about her about myself too. About how prefer tea over coffee, about how my mom died when I was young and I was raised by my uncle who just happened to be a stereotypical thug, which she thinks explains a lot about me. I even tell her about Isabel and Farlan, about the incident that resulted in their deaths just a couple years ago. It really took everything I had to get over their deaths, I don't know if I could ever do something like that again. We talked for hours, and by the end of it I knew so much about her now, I even found out her real name was (f/n), not princess, although she said she didn't mind the nickname. And even though she was rich, she wasn't snotty or self absorbed like I thought she would be. Maybe she was right, maybe I judged her too much by her appearance last night. I work up all my courage to say what I do next. "(F/n)?"
"What?" She asks.
"Do you want to come over for dinner? Tomorrow maybe?" I God...smooth Levi, real smooth. She giggles.
"Do you really think I would say no?" I sigh and run a hand through my dark hair. "What time would this dinner be at exactly?"
"How about six thirty?" I ask.
"Sounds great Levi, I'll see you then."
"See you." And then I hang up the phone.
I check my appearance one last time in the mirror. I was dressed in good jeans, a button up and my hair was combed back. I thought I looked fine, I hope (f/n) would too. The timer of the oven going off catches my attention. I had made lasagna. Was she a vegetarian? She had never mentioned it. But she had never said anything about lasagna, what if she didn't like it?! Should I make something else? What did she like? We had talked for hours, how could j not have asked her that? Ugh, I'm a nervous wreck. I better pull myself together before she gets here.
Just after I take the lasagna out of the oven and place it next to the pie I made earlier the doorbell rings. I rush to answer it, not wanting to keep her waiting, but I do make sure to take a single deep breath before opening the door to her. She looked even more stunning tonight than she had before. Her hair was done to perfection, and she had just a hint of makeup on, something that I liked. She was wearing a dress with a belt around the waist, and it stopped around her knees.
She walks in and looks around. I should've taken her out, my house may have been clean, but it was simple and small, the opposite of what she was usually surrounded by. "Hey." I greet her.
"Hey, Levi. It smells great in here, what did you make?" Well, at least she liked the smell of my food.
"I made lasagna, and pie for desert. You eat meat right?" She chuckles as she walks into the kitchen. I pull out a chair for her and she sits.
"Yes Levi, I do eat meat." Okay. That's good. Relax, I tell myself. It's just a girl. An exceptional one at that.
"You got here right on time, I barely got the food out of the oven." I tell her.
"Good, then it'll warm still." I dish her and I both a plate and set them on the table I pour wine in our glasses. She smiles at me and cuts a piece away from her lasagna. She waits for it to cool a bit and then sticks it in her mouth. I wait for a sign of approval. "Levi, this is delicious."
"Why do you sound so surprised?" I ask.
"Oh, do I?" We continue eating, talking over the food and occasionally sipping the wine. It wasn't as high quality as she was probably used to, but she didn't complain. I liked that. We joked around and enjoyed ourselves during dessert as well. It turns out I made her favourite pie too, I was on a roll.
Soon all the food was gone, but we stilled talked, covering things that we had missed the night before. (F/n) was in the middle of laughing when all the lights suddenly shut off, causing her to let out a yelp. Since the blinds were closed and it was night it was pretty dark in my house. "Hold on, think I have some candles." I say. I get up to grab the candles and stumble over something that I can't see.
"Here," (f/n) says, lighting the flashlight on her phone. She trails behind me as I reach up into the cupboard, barely being able to reach the candles and lighter. I do get them down though, and I light them on the table. They cast a dim light over us both. There are shadows cast on (f/n)'s face, the skin of which looks completely flawless in this light. Our eyes meet and the whole world seems to stop around us. We lean into each other and our lips soon meet. The same feeling I get when I'm around her courses through me, but so intense it takes my breath away. My heart flips as our lips move around each other. It felt so natural, so right.
When we break away she looks at me and smiles, my stomach is full of butterflies the entire time. "Why don't you stay tonight?" I ask her. It was getting late, and I didn't necessarily mean it to imply intimacy, after all it was the first date. "And I mean sleep," I add.
"Thanks Levi, but I have an appointment tomorrow morning that I can't miss." She stands and grabs her bag. I walk her to the door and we share a final kiss before she goes to her car. Right before she gets in she turns back. "But, you know, I wouldn't mind doing this again some time."
"I'll call you." I say. And there was no doubt in my mind that I would
-One month later-
(F/n) and I lie snuggled up on the couch. We had seen each other almost every day for l the past five weeks, and honestly it was like we had known each other our entire lives. I never wanted to be away from her. Sometimes she would behave appointments or go to visit her mom, and sometimes I was working, but most of our spare moments were spent together, or on the phone. We hadn't known each other long, but I knew without a doubt that I had ever loved someone so much or in the same way I loved her. She was smart, beautiful and funny. She made me want to smile. We had done lots together. We had taken each other to our favourite restaurants, went to museums and art galleries. We had taken walks in the rain, because it was one of her favourite things to do. I didn't love them, but I didn't mind going with her, carrying my black umbrella.
People had started to notice me not with my friends as much and they knew I had that I had someone special in my life now, and that scared me. I guess you could say I was part of gang, although it didn't feel like it. We were more like a large group of friends who stood up for ourselves in time of need. And yes, we had enemies, and yes lots of them were due to something I had done in the past when I was younger and not as smart. I had learned now what was okay and what was not. However, some people hadn't forgiven me yet, and they had made attempts to hurt me, a couple times even kill me before. And I was terrified they were going to go after (f/n) to get the ultimate revenge. I don't know what I'd do if she died, she had become such a big part of my life. I run my hand through her soft hair and I feel her smile against my arm. "I love you Levi." The words make my heart flutter. I pull her closer to me.
"I love you too Princess." Our lips are centimeters apart when somebody knocks on my door. I sigh and push myself off of the couch and open the door. On the other side Erwin stands tall. When (f/n) sees him she stands too. They hadn't met yet, but they both knew about each other.
"Who is this?" (F/n) asks.
"This is my friend Erwin." I say she extends her hand to him.
"Oh, Erwin!" She smiles. "I'm (f/n), I'm Levi's-"
"Oh trust me, I know who you are." Erwin assured her. "Levi never quits talking about you." Thanks Erwin. Thanks for that.
"Really?!" Erwin nods and steps into the house. "Awww." She hugs me tight and playfully ruffles my hair.
"So, did you need anything Erwin?" I ask.
"No, nothing in particular, just came to visit. But if you're busy, then I'll just go." He moved for the door, but (f/n) stops him.
"No, stay! We can get to know each other. Why don't we go out for lunch, my treat." Erwin puts on a smug smile. He had planned this.
"Okay," he says. "why not."
And so we grab out things and get in (f/n)'s car, which Erwin talks about a lot on the way there. He was kind of in love with it. Once we get to the restaurant, which is a little fancy, we get seated and start to look through the menus. It was a little expensive, I suppose that's why she wanted to pay for it. Erwin didn't seem to care at all, so I decided not to let it get to me. It was okay for her to pay sometimes, it wouldn't make me a bad boyfriend.
"So, how long have you and Levi been friends?" (F/n) asks Erwin as the waiter sets our food down.
"When was it, grade nine? Ten?" Erwin asks.
"Ten." I answer.
"Oh, did you meet at school?" Oh boy, there was no coming back from this story.
"Actually," Erwin starts. "Levi and a couple other kids were getting in trouble from some shop owner who was threatening to call the cops, and maybe rough them up a bit for stealing." I watch (f/n)'s facial expression turn unreadable. "So me, being the good person I am walk over there. The other two played right along with my plan, pretending I was an officer. I was pretty tall then, and was younger than I looked so the owner believed me, and guess Levi did too, 'cause he started putting up a fight. So, to convince the owner not to call more cops I had to get him to stop putting up a fight I had to uh...how do I put this lightly? I knocked him up a bit 'till he ended up being out cold. No worries though, I took him back to my place and fixed him up and waited for to wake up." He stops and chuckles a bit. "When he did wake up he tried to come at me but," he laughs again. "he was so much shorter than me that it literally took one of my hands to hold him back. But, once I cleared things up for him we became pretty good friends, and it just kind of stuck."
"Your kidding right?" (F/n) asks, not able to hold back her laughter.
"Oh, no. I could never make something like that up." The rest o the night we spend exchanging stories and laughing. I actually quite enjoyed myself, but our evening was cut short when (f/n) said she had to go meet up with her mom. After she paid she dropped Erwin and I back at my house and left.
"She's a keeper Levi." Erwin when we get inside.
"Yeah, she sure is."
-Three months later-
(F/n) sits across from me, reading the newspaper as the birds sing outside and she sips her coffee, and I my tea. I notice how she's done her makeup already, and how more was being applied to her face more and more lately. I wonder what's making her so insecure. "(F/n)?" I ask.
"Why-?" I get cut off by the ringing of her phone. She picks it up and looks at the screen.
"It's my mom, I'll be right back." She stands and walks out of the room. I hear her answer 'hello?'. Something seemed off about her lately. She was always gone somewhere. She claimed it was appointments, but she would never say what for. And she was always getting calls, but it was always just her mom or her friend (friend's name). It made me wonder what she was really doing and who she was really talking to. I hated not trusting her, but I couldn't help it, after all I was me. There were so many better guys for her out there. I would talk to her tomorrow. It would give me time to think about what to say, and to prepare myself for what might happen.
-The next day-
I hold a bouquet of flowers in my hand and walk home. I didn't want to be a total jerk about the whole situation, so I hoped this would be like a peace offering. I was in no mood to fight. I make it to my front step and see that (f/n) isn't there yet. We would meet soon, so I would have to keep an eye out for her car.
I hear my phone ring and reach down into my pocket. When I look at the screen it's a picture of (f/n) smiling. "Hey, what's up?"
"Is this Levi?" An unfamiliar voice answers me.
"Uh, yeah, who is this?"
"This is (friend's name), (f/n)'s friend."
"Oh," I say plainly.
"I'm calling about (f/n)." She says.
"Why? What happened?" I grow slightly panicked.
"Something's happened. She's in the hospital now, and she's asking for you." What?! The hospital?
"I'm on my way." The hospital is far. I'll need a car. I dial Erwin's number and wait for him to answer.
"I need your car."
"I need you car."
"Erwin, I need you car."
"Okay, I'll pick you up at your house."
A few minutes later I get in Erwin's car. He asks me where to go and I answer with the single word 'hospital'. He doesn't ask any questions. When we get there he follows me in. I pressure the hospital staff to get her room number.
Everything around me turns into a blur and I block out all noise. My feet the floor as I speed up to a run. It takes me a while to get to her room, even pushing my way through all of the people. My heart beats so hard and fast I think it might be a good thing I'm in a hospital. I just needed to get to her. I need my princess to hold on. I need her to know I tried. I need her make make it.
I get to her room and flung open the door. Erwin stays at the frame, watching as I move past her mother and who I'm assuming is her friend and sit down on the hospital bed. Her weak heartbeat plays over the machines and every breath she takes is labored. "(F/n)?" I whisper to her, grabbing her hand and gripping it tightly between my two larger ones. She opens her mouth to speak, but she can't seem to get words out. She weakly reaches out with her free hand and grabs an envelope, handing it to me. I take it and set it down next to me in the bed. I watch tears well up in her eyes as she looks at me. I feel mine do the same and I lean closer to her, resting my forehead on hers. I squeeze my eyes shut and tears fall onto her cheeks, mixing with her own.
I hear her heartbeat quicken and I back away a bit. And then like a punch in the gut, the worst sound I've ever heard fills my ears, the sound of her flat lining. The monitor lets out a screech and a nearby doctor or nurse rushes into the room, calling a code. Her mother, (friend's name) and Erwin move out of the way, but I stay. I know she's not going to live, and my body feels numb. The doctors pull me off as I cry and call her name. They start trying to bring her back, shocking her chest with high voltage, but nothing works. Everybody starts to break down. Even Erwin sheds a few tears. Her mother sets a hand on my shoulder. "Levi?" I don't give an answer. I can't. "She's been sick for so long, she won't suffer any more."
Sick. Of course. She wasn't being unfaithful. Those calls were from who she said they were from, a worried friend and mother. And those appointments were to the doctor. How could I have thought she would do that? How could I have been so blind? She would never say another word to me, it was over. Even the doctors have given up now. They take the equipment away from her and one of them comes to tell us that they weren't able to save her. I rush back into the room and look down at her lifeless body. I wrap it up in my arms, pressing our faces together. She was the love of my life, and now she was gone. It didn't feel right, how someone could be here one minute and gone the next. It was all wrong! This wasn't supposed to happen! She never told me she was sick! I wasn't ready to let her go!
What I wouldn't give for one last chance to say I love her. One more chance to say that I always will. One more smile on her gorgeous face. One more chance at happiness. I would give my life for it. I feel sting hands, I'm assuming Erwin's helping me up and taking me out of the room. I don't speak. He takes me away to a corner and we sit on the floor. "She never told me she was sick." I finally say. "She never told me I would have to let her go."
"Would that have stopped you?" Erwin asks.
"No," I would do this a thousand times over, as long as I could have her on my life.
"Read the letter." Erwin states.
"The envelope, read what it says. Those were her last words to you. Your going to want to hear them."
I take out the envelope and stare at it. Her last words, the ones that she couldn't speak, were written in here. I open it up, taking a deep breath to prepare myself. The first thing I see inside is a picture, one of me and her when we first started dating, a huge smile on her face and a smaller one of mine. My eyes were happy. The next thing I do is unfold a piece of paper where (f/n) has handwritten her last words. I read them to myself.
Please don't be mad. I was wanted to tell you, I really did, but I didn't want to ruin our time together wetting about whether or not I was going to get better. You were the best thing that ever happened to me Levi, I hope you know that. I thought I knew what love felt like, but until I met you I was missing out. From the first time I saw you I was under your spell. Truth is, I saw you go into the coffee shop that first day, and I couldn't help but follow you. It was hard to not tell you all about being sick that first night we talked in the phone for hours, and it got harder the longer we were together. I kept getting worse, and I was thinking it might be time to say something, but you seemed so happy. I know after you lost your friends you took it really hard, but you said that Erwin helped you through it. So, I talked to him a little while ago. I told him. I begged him not to tell you, even though he said he was going to. Don't be mad at him. So, for my last words to you I want to say, move past me. Move on. You can find love again, and you don't have to feel bad. Our love was my best, and on some level I think it was like the universe was granting my dying wish. But you Levi, you have a whole life ahead of you. It's okay to be sad, but I want you to go and live your life, get your wish to come true. But just so you know, I'm expecting you to be at my funeral. Anyways, you Levi Ackerman made the last few months the best of my life. In return I'd like you to accept my money. It's not charity, I promise. Take it, use it. You deserve it. I'm crying as I write this write now, so I better finish up quick. I love you Levi. And I hope we can meet again some day, but for now, this is goodbye. One last time I'm going to say it. I love you.
Love, your princess, (f/n) (l/n).
In the envelope, behind where the paper was a cheque waits. I look at the amount and I can't believe it. It would be enough to get me into college, university. I could become anything I wanted. This girl may have thought of our love as her dying wish come true, but she was like my life's dream come true. I weep for her death, but she'll never really be gone, not as long as I love her. But for now this was goodbye. And so, in the empty hallway of the hospital I whisper my first and last parting words to her. "I'll see you around Princess."