"Mind explaining what that was all about?" Erwin asks casually, glancing up from his paperwork. "I don't know how to explain it. I just don't want to lose her again, I-"
"Her?" "The memories, I-" "You said 'her', Levi. You said you didn't want to lose 'her'."
"I-" He sits lost in thought. 'Does this matter to me because of the memories? Or is it her? Both? I think yes. Not just because of what the pictures tell me, but I feel like she was once very special to me and apparently, I was special to her, too.' 'can I have that back?'
'Is it really possible?' "Erwin, I was hoping to get her into the scouts." "You don't want to lose her, so your solution is to sign her up for a death sentence? Levi, think."
'He's right...fuck I'm an idiot.' "I can sponsor her. She can run her mother's business aboveground."
"Maybe. It beats me having to explain another mouth to feed. Good luck convincing her, she seems quite content to stay put." "I'll convince her." "Better ask yourself why this is so important to you while you're at it. You're dismissed."
Re-entering his quarters, Levi heads straight back to the box. He goes through the portraits again one at a time, and then brings them to his desk. 'I should get frames for these', he thinks and turns to the large pile of invoices currently awaiting his review.
He leans back in his chair suddenly and looks up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
'why does this matter so much to me? I've got more important things to think about than some woman who knew me as a child. Thanks for the memories, you're on your own.'
Focusing back on his work, he glances from time to time at the picture on top. They're sitting on her porch, shoulder to shoulder. Gazing at each other, they're blushing and laughing.
'you were happy once, Levi. Don't you want to know how that feels again?' 'Hardly worth the effort.' He thinks with a yawn.
"Hey Heather!" She looks up, smiling brightly. "Hi Levi!" She's sitting on her porch as he weaves his way through a group of adults, jumping occasionally to get a glimpse of her. This makes her giggle.
He can't really see himself, but he knows he's about four. Arriving at her porch, he's struck with an unfathomable wave of emotion.
'Gosh, she's pretty.' Shaking his head at the thought, he sits on the porch beside her.
"Guess what? Mom told me one day we get to get married and I get to run your mom's vegetable stand with you!" He states proudly.
"No we're not!" "Are too!" "Oh yeah?" She says, smiling sweetly. "Go ahead and ask me."
"Really??" His eyes widen in anticipation. She nods, waiting for him to speak. Looking at her bashfully, he gulps and draws a deep breath. "Will you marry me?"
"No." "You were SUPPOSED to say yes! Hey! wanna go play tag?"
"I can't. Mom will be calling me in for chores soon." "I can help!" "Okay."
Stiff necked and groggy, Levi wakes up and looks around confused for a minute. 'I fell asleep at my desk. Again.' Getting up, he pours himself a cup of tea and leans against the counter.
He tries to recall the dream he just had, and concludes it was actually a memory. He can't help but grin though, 'did I really want to marry that brat? Tch.'