You are the best thing that has happened to him, you are also the worst thing that has happened to him. The day he met you maybe he would have preferred it not to have happened, you are the worst of blessings, the most beautiful curse, he should get away from you, because as they say, "Better alone than badly accompanied". But his worst enemy is you, he runs away from you, it's the worst, he and you. But he keeps looking for your voice, trying to forget you, why it hurt him hear your name? what kind of emotion is that? is it hatred or the sweetness that comes from hearing your name?.

—“Did the walk tire you out?”—he asked, voice quiet, flat.—“Or are you hiding an injury?.”

Levi sighed, his forehead resting against the rifle stock, there you were, across the terrain, hidden in ruins and shadows, just as still. You had your sights on him too. His comm crackled with your voice. Levi closed his eyes for a moment, as if that could delay the inevitable. He didn’t want this. Not with you. But both of you had known this day would come.

—“Did you think we’d end up like this?.”—he muttered.—“Or is that coffee date still on the table?.”

The silence that followed was louder than any shot could’ve been. Neither of you wanted to be the first. Levi’s finger hovered over the trigger. Not out of choice, but weight. Years of it. Memories. What you were to him.