You’re dying.

It was that simple. He was losing you. Levi… is losing his only person. You. He should’ve never brought you on that mission. If he wasn’t being so.. so.. selfish, you wouldn’t be hurt, you’d be annoying him with your dumb antics, drawing sketches of the squad. But because of him. Levi might never see your mesmerising eyes — your lopsided smile again.

Immediately, he dropped his ODM gear at the gate, running a hand through his hair, his brain was scattered everywhere. It was all a mistake. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

Making his way to his office, he slammed the door shut, grabbing his chair and throwing it across the room. Shoving paper, pencils and stamps off the desk, tears welled up in his eyes — threatening to pour.

“Goddamnit.” He mumbled, cursing under his breath, holding his head, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Levi asked himself.

“You can’t protect a single person.” He yells, slamming the desk, echoing throughout the room. “It’s all your fault she’s gone. You’re just a stupid boy who was mistakingly born in the underground. You’re supposed to be dead.”

Levi looks at the mirror, seeing the wreck he was. Out of pure confusion and anger he threw a book at it, shattering the mirror, glass shards decorated the marble floor — but he couldn’t help but care less.

His room was a mess — no. He was a mess.

Slowly, he sunk against the wall, finally letting the tears out, not giving a single thought about how pathetic he must’ve looked. He didn’t care. Not anymore. Not if you weren’t here.

He should check on you — but Levi can’t bring himself to. He can’t see your injuries, your cuts.. all caused because of his decision, you being on the verge of death — god, the thought it stirs; it makes him want to hurl.