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𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂

Due anni dopo.

A widow whose tears run down effortlessly. Woe was she who was yet to find inner peace.

September 2nd 2013.

I was dusting the house that afternoon. I hadn't done a thing in here for the past two days, because I didn't feel like doing anything. I wasn't hungry, nor was I willing to go outside or talk to the girls about what was wrong with me. I was also worn out from work every single day and it felt like I just needed a break lasting an eternity since Eren passes away. I was trapped.

After everything that happened two years ago, Grisha didn't want to see me again, taking out his frustration out on me, but showing faint traces of anger.

It was as if I was no longer theirs, no matter how close I was to them.

He wanted me gone and he should have been thankful that I had a roof to put over my head before he had decided to make that decision. Now I'm trapped even inside my own house, as I feel the nails that built the walls in this house sink into my heart, piercing me where I felt most pain.

As I brushed off dust from the shelves of the living room, the dusting feathers hit a picture frame with my ex-husband and I on our wedding day. Upon picking it up, resentment became reality to my vision and my recall became resentment again.
I huffed in anguish:

"It would break his heart to see me like this." I bit my lip.

I had no other choice, I had to talk to someone about it. No longer could I stand to see the becoming of the dust roaming the ground that was me.

****

"Mikasa, I'm really sorry to hear about this, even if two years have passed already, I think you should really push through and move on." my friend, Freida said, busy in the kitchen.

"It's been two years, Freida." I sulked "What more could I move on from? My ex father in law kicked me out, blames his son's death on me and most importantly, he has the free will to hate me for eternity!"

"The man you were once married to is the one you should be moving on from. As least that's I think you should be doing. I haven't dealt with death of a loved one and truth is, I don't say this because I want to make your feelings feel less, I say this because I care about you and because of everything, this is the right turn to make."

"Is there any way to help it?" I asked.

"Would you like some matcha? It eases the tension."

"Thank you, I guess."

"I'll make you some right away Mikasa, just wait a bit."

"Okay..."

It felt awkward for me to be honest, but hey, it was comforting.

"Thank you, really."

"Oh, it's no biggie. I hope you're happy with what I can give."

"You do owe me a recipe on how to make such good matcha." I joked.

"Are you feeling any better now?"

"I guess so." I muttered

"I don't believe you!" Freida cheerfully said elongating the "I" in "I don't believe you."

"What do you mean by that?!"

"I think you need a walk!" She said elongating the "I" again.

"What?!"

"Just do what I ask you to do. Trust me, you'll be as good as new."

****

Long had passed since we walked and for a 2nd day of September, it was a tad bit chilly. The sky was washed into a yellow like color, the pavements, the benches and even the grass were all painted in brown leaves. What prevented the breeze from hitting my neck was a red scarf, a gift from Eren to me.

Recollecting bittersweet memories like those was heartwarming and heartwrenching.

"Mikasa, how does breathing in that sweet fresh air feel now?" Freida beamed at me.

"It sure is...something" I chuckled scratching the back of my head.

"By the way, I'm loving the scarf. Where'd you get it?"

"I've had it for as long as I can remember. It was a gift from Eren to me. It signifies home and where I am supposed to be." I recalled.

"That's so sweet!"

"I know." I smiled at myself slightly.

"By the way, are you any calmer now? Do I need to get you anything now that we're out?"

"Nope. I think I am better now, thanks." I calmly said. "I do want to get back home."

"I'll walk you there!"

"Thanks again. Freida."

"Don't mention it!"

Blocks further from my home to where Freida's home was, I told her that I was capable of making my way home myself.

"See you next time, Mikasa."

"See you -" I sighed. "Who am I kidding? My head hurts like hell from all that walking. I think I'll get straight to sleep once I go home."

Up until then, I wished I hadn't spilled those words out my mouth, as multiple tall men in black tuxedos surrounded my house in my property! Shocked by this, I immediately ran to my house as fast as I possibly could.

"Excuse me, gentlemen! Please!" I waved at them while my soul and my heart were wanted an explanation from these men. As they turned their backs and attention on me, I ranted:

"Excuse me, but what is the meaning of all this?! And what the heck are you doing inside of MY HOUSE??!!"

"Lady, do you happen to be Mikasa Ackerman?" One of the tall men asked.

"That would be me. Why ask?"

"Well you see... there's a gentleman who would like to speak to you in private about the issuing of this property."

"Issuing?! This property is under my name and under my name ALONE!"

"That's what we were afraid you'd say. That's why we brought him." One of the other tall men sighed.

"Excuse me, who did you bring-" Mid sentence, I was cut off by two gray eyes glaring at me with a covered mouth that then started spilling words I couldn't understand out of his mouth.

"MIKASA, PLEASE I CAN EXPLAIN ALL OF THIS!" He gasped for air.

"Levi?!"