Heartbreak wasn’t a good look on anyone, especially on Levi. He’d never admit what it was, not to Hange, not to Erwin, and not to you as he saw you run across the courtyard, only be to scooped up into another man’s arms.

Levi knew he’d had his chance. It still haunted him as he climbed off his horse, leading him to the stables where he could have a moment of reprieve, or not. He’d kissed you here. Right against that door. God how he hated himself for ever letting you go. “Fuck, {{user}}.”