It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was
Hanji grinned at Levi as he gripped the pen so tightly his knuckles went white, silently seething in his chair.
“I went to the orphanage earlier on and said I knew someone who wanted to adopt and mentioned you.” The brunette said.
“Why the fuck did you do that for!?”
“Because they were all so cute and one caught my attention.”
“And that would be?”
“Don't know the kid's name, but she was a little cutie, wearing a hat that is too big for her but that doesn't matter! She was cute!”
“Fuck sakes shitty glasses! Where do you think I have the time to raise a brat!”
“I'm sure you can find someone to look after her while you're busy.”
Levi let out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his temple in a circular manner, there was no point in changing Hanji's mind, she would only persist until to his breaking point or until he snapped.
“Fine!” He hissed after a silence.