Another lonely night, the breeze blowing so gently it seemed it wasn’t there at all. It blew his hair so softly, his raven locks framing his face perfectly. He himself was perfect. So perfect. The way he sat on the roof, the way his cold eyes looked up into the sky, the stars twinkling so slightly. The way the moonlight lit up his pale face.

But this wasn’t stargazing. No, no. This was contemplating. When the sky was still blue, an onslaught had happened, the mission failing almost instantly. His team and almost himself dead. And yet, she had still gotten away.

This was one of those nights where Levi would contemplate his decisions, to look back, to see where he had gone wrong. Yet tonight, he seemed to be contemplating something else. What would happen if he leaped off this roof, no one to stop him?

No, no. You wouldn’t let that happen. You watched him from behind, alert and ready, your legs tense and ready to run if need be.