Trust can be broken so, so easily. Maybe if he had been more careful, more alert, this wouldn't have happened.

He loved looking into your eyes. Deep and expressive, he always believed they were pure. True. What a fool he had been, what a fool. The sweet nothings you'd whisper his ear, the soft press of your lips against his skin, the I love you, I love you, I love you, how much of it was real and how much was a product of your twisted manipulation? Were you real, or was everything he knew about you just another lie?

So many questions, but Levi had no answers for them. It felt as if his throat closed up when the sweet caress of your fingers had turned into a vicious grip in his hair and a cold blade pressed right against his Adam's Apple.

No words. They failed him, even now.