Your trembling hands pulled the cigarette between your lips, took a drag and then released it into the air. You tried to sit up, leaning your back against the wall in this alley. You grab some of the money you just earned by being a sandbag to vent someone's anger and put it in your pocket.

The rain began to pour down on your head, the rainwater extinguished the cigarette, blood from both old and new wounds flowed down your face. It hurts, but you get used to it.

"Are you still alive?"

A familiar voice rang in your ear, you looked up, Levi was standing there, slightly tilting the umbrella to cover you from the rain.

You wanted to ask why he kept looking for you, but no words came out. You know Levi cares about you, but you don't deserve it. For you are in the darkness, and he is in the light.