Three months have gone by after Levi was declared dead officially. The three months felt like an eternity to Arya but she hid it well. She had to.
By day, she trained vigorously and learnt everything she needed to about the agency. By night, she was a mother and a grieving lover.
The walls of her room witnessed her sorrows and longing. This was the hardest phase she had ever experienced.
Even her past traumas were mild compared to the withdrawal symptoms she currently suffered. Every night, she would go to bed hoping to catch at least an hour of peaceful sleep.
Sadly, she would wake up drenched in sweat and tears. After waking up in that state, she would check ok her baby was and then train until she was too exhausted to stand.
Only then would she collapse back on her bed. A lot of things have changed with Levi out of her life. All the responsibilities she never knew he had fallen on her.
