Author's note: This is just a regular one shot, not tied to any particular story I have going on already. I had very sudden inspiration for this and needed to write it like now before I lost it within the depths of my mind. This is one of the few one shots that are very angsty that I will write, but please enjoy anyways. love you all. Also, it is very...I guess choppy?? Because it's emotional so it won't read as smoothly as other things I've written, I think.

NOT EDITED IM TOO LAZY AND IT SUCKS SORRY.

Kaneki_coffee, you know where this one shot is inspired from, so NOOOO comments on that haha please. xoxo love you. I bet you can figure it out within the first paragraph or the warning below.

TRIGGER WARNING: This one shot contains mild domestic violence/abuse, heavy alcohol references, and lots of swearing. If you are not comfortable with reading anything like this, please feel free not to read it. I apologize.

***

"Hey," you had said in a stern voice as you climbed the steps to your apartment slowly. You turned to face your boyfriend with an equally steely gaze and pointed a finger at him. "Don't get drunk."

It was Saturday and the night was relatively young yet. The stars had just barely come out to play, hiding among the tall city buildings surrounding you. But then again, they never were easy to see with all the light pollution here.

Levi nodded. "I'll only be out for a little bit," he said, glancing at his friends. You let your eyes fall onto his co-workers who were all agreeing with him. "Last chance, brat. Sure you don't want to come with us?"

You had just all gone out to eat, celebrating Levi's job promotion. Petra, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther had all come with you, much to your surprise; you had thought it was going to be more of date but you didn't mind the extra company. You were actually quite fond of Levi's co-workers and were happy to share the time with them. However, everyone decided that they had wanted to continue to drink at a nearby bar.

You had opted out.

Drinking was not exactly something you liked; sure, you did not mind a beer or two but you know how these five all liked to drink. Most of the time, you would tag along to keep an eye on Levi but this time, you just wanted to go home and relax.

Admittedly, you hoped that your boyfriend would have gotten the dropped hints that you wanted him to stay in for the night but he either was oblivious or he did not care at all.

"No, it's okay," you had replied, trying to remain as neutral as possible. "I'm...tired."

That was a lie and you knew Levi knew that. He hesitated before turning to his friends. "Go on ahead, I'll meet you there."

"Alright, we'll see ya in a minute!" said Eld breezily. Petra smiled at you before she tailed the other men, leaving you and Levi standing underneath the lights of the apartment building.

Once they were out of sight, Levi climbed the steps so he could kiss you on the forehead gently. "Hey, stop looking like you're ready for a fight."

You averted your eyes to the passing car on the street, unable to find your words.

In truth, you were ready for a fight. Dread was beginning to seep into your veins and worry started clouding your mind. You wondered if maybe you really should go with them to the bar. You truly wanted to believe his words, to trust him but you found it impossible. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that nothing you were saying was getting through to him.

"...why does everyone else always get the 'cool' Levi...but I get the shitty, drunk one?" you whispered.

You met his now mildly irritated gaze. "I don't what the hell that's supposed to mean, but (F/n), I told you this morning. I'm not going to ever get drunk again. Last night was the last time, and I'm sorry."

His tone was harsh but his eyes were apologetic as you both thought back to the night before. He had come home after a six hour stint of drinking with a different set of co-workers. He said he was just going out for dinner but you knew...you knew the longer he was out, the more time he had to succumb to the calls of alcohol. It didn't help that his friends all had the same love for spirits too, so no one ever stopped him. Stumbling in at around one in the morning, you watched him blindly trip over the shoes he had left at the door that morning. He hadn't even shut the door yet and was already stripping naked.

You had remained quiet and continue to observe him. The last time you made a snarky remark at him, he lost it and you both got into a loud and nasty fight. You desperately wanted to ask him how he got home safely, knowing he took his car initially but you were too scared to ask.

In Levi's drunken haze, he collapsed on the bed, shirtless and his pants hanging at his knees. With a heavy sigh, you had helped him finish undressing and put him to bed. That was an endeavor in and of itself as he was complete deadweight and unhelpful. By the next morning, he woke up with a raging hangover. You held zero sympathy for him; you felt he deserved it as this was not the first time he had come home completely trashed.

Frankly, you were growing tired of it.

"You say that every time, Levi..." you sighed. "You always say that you're sorry and you won't do it again but you do...every weekend this happens."

Levi gripped your hand as if to reassure you but you felt nothing. "You're just going to have to trust me this time. I promise."

You met his gaze. Before, you would flash him a smile to show that you believed him, to reassure him that you understood but not anymore. Your visage was permanently etched with wary, a slight frown constantly threatening to form at your lips.

"...yeah." It was all you could say; how many times have you gently asked him to curb his thirst? You couldn't recall the number anymore. It didn't matter what he said to you now because to you it was all empty promises. The words "I'm sorry" held very little weight in them.

Levi descended the stairs once more and was off, lighting a cigarette in his hands. You watched him walk down the street, knowing he was literally only a block away at the nearest bar. The only nice thing about living in the heart of the city was that everything was within walking distance. You were glad, at the very least, that he could walk home safely tonight.

You closed your eyes. You truly hoped he would keep to his words tonight.

Broken, desperate sobs cut through the howling air around you. Your cheeks were streaked with rivers of salty tears, relentless and unending. The wind was whipping your hair and stinging your wet cheeks.

You were on the highway, speeding down the empty roads, driving mindlessly. Your cries were long and agonizing and the tears that burned your eyes made it hard to see where the lanes were. But you didn't care; you had to be somewhere, anywhere than in that small apartment alone.

The pain that was in your heart was real and tangible, it was like someone was attempting to pry your chest cavity open and rip your vital organ from its place. The emotions were swirling; you had no idea what was the most prominent. Anger, hurt, loneliness, bitterness. You were conflicted, you were distraught.

"You fucking liar!!" you screamed to your car, slamming your palm down the steering wheel. "God, fuck you!"

No one replied to you, as no one could. You were alone and empty, left to your own agonizing cries to the frigid night air.

Your eyes glanced at the clock in your car. 3:19am.

Gritting your teeth, the tears streamed forth with a renewed purpose. He had left you in those steps to drink at ten o'clock that night.

At around two in the morning, you decided to call him to check up on him since he had failed to give you any indication on when he would be returning home. You were anxious upon dialing, hoping to all the higher powers in the world that he was not intoxicated. But the dread in your heart was growing as the call kept ringing.

"Hey," you heard him finally say after the fourth ring. "I thought you'd be asleep by now."

You had frowned. "Well...it's hard to sleep without you," you replied quietly.

There was a very brief chuckle from the other end. "Miss me, huh?"

"Well...yeah," you answered and found yourself smiling a little. "You know...it's not fair. Why is everyone else more important than me?"

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Levi grumbled. There was quite a bit of noise in the background, heavy but indistinguishable chatter and music. He must have taken his call outside so he could smoke because you heard him exhale for a moment. "You know you're the most important thing to me. Don't be stupid."

You sighed quietly in skepticism before venturing onto your real motivation for calling. "Wh-when are you coming home? Are you drunk?"

"Tch, no," he said blandly. "I admit, I'm buzzed but I'll be home soon. I promise."

You breathed a sigh of relief and began to open your mouth say something.

"Heyyy, (F/n)!" you heard a sweet female voice say clearly in your ear. "I'm really sorrryyyy! You know, that we have Levi away from you. But he is being good, he hasn't had that much yet."

"Get off me, Ral," snapped Levi on the other end of the line. "...Sorry, she's drunk."

Ire erupted in your stomach. You weren't sure why you were so angry at the fact that Petra apologized to you; she knew how much you hated the way Levi acted when he was intoxicated.

You couldn't help your self, your rage was irrepressible. "You know what Levi, you suck! I hate you!!"

Levi's voice said something in surprise but you had already pulled your phone away from your ear and clicked the "end call" button. You knew shouldn't have said what you did but there was no way you could stop yourself. Petra knew the situation about his out-of-control habits with alcohol and she was hardly helping him at all; you knew it wouldn't be just her either, as you were positive Oluo and Eld were probably all just as drunk as she was.

You hoped that your outburst wouldn't prompt him into drinking more out of frustration and that he would come home soon.

And so you waited. Two-thirty in the morning came and went...and so did three. The more that time passed, the more your heart sank. You honestly had half a mind to go to the bar, since it was just a block away. However, you realized that if you were to show up and berate him in front of his peers and drag him home, especially if he had drinking, the situation could turn very ugly very quickly.

By the time three-fifteen came, you had your car keys and your wallet in hand, storming out the apartment building in tears. You had already called him four times in succession and Levi did not pick up any of them.

You drove down the highway that you knew by heart so you did not have to think of anything other than how much you hated this feeling.

"Fuck you, Levi. Goddammit!" you shrieked to cold air. "I'm fucking done with this shit!"

In the car, you had moments of silence, moments when the tears had dissipated and stark emptiness replaced your aching fury, only for the resentment and despair to return even stronger than before. You had no idea when this started happening. When did you start making excuses for his alcoholism and violence that went with it? When did you stop being in love with him and only stayed committed because you cared about his welfare? When did you have to start hiding this from your own friends and family?

"I'm so weak," you whispered to yourself. "Why didn't I just walk away the first time? Why did I stay...? What the hell did I do to deserve this!?"

Your pathetic wails filled the air again and you slammed on the breaks on the side of the road. You picked up your phone automatically to see if he had read your texts; he hadn't. You dialed his number, hearing the awful ringing that you now loathed with every fiber of your being.

Nothing.

Two...three...six...nine more calls. Nothing. In desperation, you let the call go to his voicemail for the first time.

"You've reached Levi Ackerman's cell. I can't get to your call, so leave a message and I'll get back to you if I find the time." The signifying beep! resonated in your ear and everything in your heart exploded.

"I sacrificed everything for you and you don't give two shits about what I want! EVER! You're a goddamn liar and I fucking can't stand this shit anymore, you fucking asshole! You lied. You lied to me, you piece of shit! How dare you blow me off like this!" You had screamed into the night, hoping that something would make the pain end. Nothing did. "I can't do this anymore!! I DON'T DESERVE THIS. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID!? I CAN'T DO THIS!!! I CAN'T. FUCK. I CAN'T."

You sobbed into your hands, praying for a godsend of hope but it never came to you. You cried until you couldn't possibly cry anymore tears but even then you continued to cry. You didn't bother to end the call; you assumed it would end itself after a certain amount of time.

"I can't win this fight..." you whispered, staring out at the darkness on the road before you. "I don't have anymore fight left in me.... I'm...I'm so sick of this."

Silence met you.

"I'm done."

How you managed to find yourself home at 3:56am was a mystery. You weren't even sure why you came back because you knew you shouldn't have...but you cared too much. You knew you had to come home because where else would you go?

You stood in the doorway in the darkness. He hadn't come home yet.

Clenching your fists, you began to shake. You couldn't think anymore as you were too spent to even fell anything other than blind rage.

Just as you turned to shut the door, you heard familiar yet hushed voiced coming around the corner and you froze.

"C'mon, Levi. A little bit more and then you're home..." you heard Gunther say. "O-oi! Use your legs!"

Olou laughed loudly only to be immediately hushed by Petra. From the sound of it, Oluo seemed pretty trashed himself as he was trying to say something but it came out incoherent.

"Man, did you see how many shots he took with the boss just now? What was it, like...six? Seven?" said Eld, sounding a little concerned. "(F/n) is not going to be happy about this."

"The boss really laid one on him tonight," Gunther replied. "We should have kept an eye on them."

Levi let out a long, exhausted moan from the hall. "Fuuuckking shieettt."

Petra giggled. "Almost there, Levi! Almost there!" she said, as if to encourage him.

They rounded the corner and found you standing there with a blank stare. Levi's arms were wrapped around Eld and Gunther's shoulders, barely holding him up because Levi lost all mobility in his legs. Oluo was lazily hanging onto Petra, who was grinning ear to ear without a single care in the world. All of them were a bit flushed from their night's activities but for the most part, Eld and Gunther appeared relatively sober.

"O-oh...hey, (F/n)..." said Eld awkwardly.

There was a brief moment of silence where Levi's co-workers stared at you and you returned the look. You hesitated and then decided to open up the door wider for them in response, knowing that if you said anything, you'd rip into them without mercy.

Eld nodded and they both moved Levi over to the armchair in the living room. They set him down unceremoniously and turned to you.

"It's fine," you said quickly, not wanting to hear the excuses. You made sure your tone was light and reassuring despite the fact you were seething internally.

"Our boss showed up around the time you called..." explained Gunther anyways. "Levi was heading out but the boss backed him into a corner."

You waved your hand dismissively and faked a smile. "It's okay. I'm glad Levi is home safe. Thank you for getting him here."

"Sorry, (F/n)!" added Petra behind you with a bright expression. There was that rage again, the feeling where you desperately wished you could punch Petra straight in the throat. To you, there seemed to be little remorse in how she said her apology but said it to save face. You ignored your need to strangle the woman and did not reply.

"Aughhh..."groaned Levi, face first in the leather. "I'm...gonnnaa puke."

"Shit, let's get him to the bathroom first before we go," said Eld. He hurried over to hoist Levi back on his feet, Gunther following suit. The three men hobbled over the bathroom while Oluo was cracking up about the situation to himself, seemingly amused to no end. You paid him little attention as well.

The two men emerged from the bathroom, trying not to meet your gaze.

"I'll take it from here, guys. Thanks," you said, still feigning a friendly expression. They men nodded before relieving Petra of her burden. Once they said their good-byes, they left and you slowly shut the door behind them.

With a deep sigh, you locked the deadbolt to the door and turned towards the bathroom. Levi was already retching but you didn't bother to check on him. With a furious shake of your head, you grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured some water for yourself.

All the crying made you dehydrated and all the screaming you did made your throat scratchy so you thought you'd tend to your own minor needs before dealing with Levi. You took your time finishing off the water, hearing the toilet flush despite the unending and familiar sounds of Levi throwing up emanating from the bathroom.

You poured another glass of water and finally went to check on Levi. The foul smell of vomit reached your nose and you automatically found yourself gagging. You had to back out of the bathroom for a moment to gather your wits; you took a deep breath to still your irritation and approached Levi's pathetic form on the floor.

His head was practically inside the bowl, his arms hugging onto the porcelain as if it was the only precious thing left on earth.

Currently, he was spitting into the water, his whole body swaying and having to catch himself before he nearly fell over.

"Levi..." you said in a flat tone while crouching beside him. "You need to drink this. You'll feel better."

"Leave me alone..." he griped. You rolled your eyes at this. "I don't want to drink it."

"You have to."

He let out a deep grumble and struggled to lift his head up to look at you. You gazed at him with a detached look in your eyes, your visage void of any emotion.

"You got something to fuckin' say?" Levi had spoken defensively while his head bobbing in its place. This time, you suppressed your urge to roll your eyes again. You only assumed he sobered up just slightly from vomiting but you were sure he was still long gone at this point.

"How much did you drink?" you asked, ignoring his question.

Levi sort of smirked and spit into the bowl again. "What's it to you?"

"You fucking promised me you wouldn't get drunk!" you snapped. "The fuck happened to coming home soon?"

Levi leaned back against the wall, his smirk growing wider. You knew this look; you hated this look. It was so pretentious, so self-satisfied. You steeled yourself emotionally; you knew this storm that was brewing. You've seen it so many times before and you were prepared for an all out war.

"I'm home, aren't I? Damn, what more do you want from me?" he said reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes.

"Don't you fucking light that up in here."

His eyes lifted up to yours, the cigarette already between his lips and his hands about to light it with his lighter. "Don't tell me what the fuck to do, woman."

Your body was beginning to shake again, the anger boiling your blood. In a second, he lit his cancer stick and you let out a sharp sigh.

"I'm sick of this shit, Levi," you said. "I hate this! You don't give a shit about anything I ask you."

Levi exhaled the smoke purposefully into your face but you didn't bother to move away. You didn't care at this point. Nothing even mattered anymore. He didn't reply but only clicked his tongue in annoyance before inhaling from his cigarette again.

"I called you twenty times, you fucking prick," you continued. "Texted you at least ten times. Left two voicemails. What the fuck is your problem? Why the fuck did you ignore them!?"

Levi made a very exasperated expression. "Christ, you're so fucking irritating. Get off my back already! I was out drinking with my co-workers! Wasn't fuckin' like I was out cheating on you or something. Calm the fuck down. My boss showed up so I drank some more with him."

"It's always a goddamn excuse with you, isn't it, Levi?" you shot back. "Always some damn reason for you to keep drinking."

He shrugged apathetically at this.

"You have a fucking problem," you said firmly. "You have zero sense of self-control when you drink, especially with your friends. The fuck are you, sixteen? Succumbing to fucking peer pressure?"

Again, Levi remained quiet on the subject and it was beginning to infuriate you. He kept smoking idly, as if everything you were saying was going through one ear and out the other.

In your rage, you stood up and swiped the cigarette from his lips, promptly throwing into the water of the toliet. "Do I even matter to you!?"

You didn't wait for answer and turned to leave. But before you even left the doorway, Levi's hand caught your wrist and you found your back against the wall.

Levi's face was a hairsbreadth from yours, his breath reeking of alcohol while it fanned over your skin. There was a rage in his eyes and you found yourself caught in his arms like a prey in a hunter's trap.

"You are getting on my last nerve," he said, his tone so menacing that you felt your body begin to freeze up in fright. "All you do is fucking bitch. If you don't like it, why don't you get the fuck out of here then?"

Despite the fear and your frantically pounding heart, you glared back at him. You had to challenge him; you were tired of being afraid.

"I hate who you become when you're drunk, Levi. You become some psychopathic monster."

He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at you, still so close to your face. "Does it look like a give a fuck what you think?"

For some reason...your eyes began to burn again.

It was in that moment you realized that you could not be here any longer and it broke your heart. You loved this man, the man Levi was when he was sober. You had spent the last three and half years with him, and the last year of it living together. Only within the last six months has his alcoholism finally come to fruition.

When Levi was sober, and before alcohol became more important than anything else, he was loving and kind. Sure...he was tactless and cold sometimes but he was still gentle. He would take you on dates, he would ask you about your life, he took care of you.

Because he wanted to.

These days, it was just a sick cycle. The weekends would come and he would be wasted every night of it. Then the next morning, he would battle his hangovers apologize for the violence the night before only for him to make the same mistake again that night. The week would be spent trying to mend the rift in the relationship, Levi usually buying you something to try and smooth things over. In the beginning, it worked.

But after a hundred "sorrys" and a dozen gifts, it no longer meant anything to you because you knew it didn't change anything. Levi didn't care that this was slowly destroying your relationship, nor did he care enough about you to attempt to fix it.

And that's why you began to cry.

"You're always fucking crying, for god sake!" sighed Levi, throwing up his hands. He backed away from you and stumbled into the wall.

You stared at his side-profile through your blurred vision. He really did not care.

"Levi...."

He steadied himself. "What?"

You inhaled deeply, allowing yourself to shed your tears freely. "I'm done."

Levi hardly registered the statement and you swallowed your nerves.

"I'm breaking up with you."

Finally, his eyes snapped up to yours. Your heart was aching. This wasn't what you wanted, you had tried so hard to stay for him, for who he really was. This was what people meant when they say their heart was shattered into pieces.

You couldn't stop the rush of tears again and your eyes slowly grew red.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he asked, approaching you unsteadily. You turned to leave the bathroom before he could trap you again.

"I said that I'm leaving you!" you reiterated. You were desperately trying to hold it together to not break down into ugly sobs. "I can't...I can't fight for you anymore!! I can't do this!"

"You're not leaving me," said Levi, still make his way towards you.

"You've given me no choice! This is on you!" you cried. "I tried! I have been here, taking care of your ass for months. I don't deserve this shit, Levi. If you loved me like you always say you do, you would have stopped. You would have gotten help. But you don't give a FUCK about how this is destroying you...me...us! I'm done!!"

You had hardly gotten out the last statement went the keyboard of the desktop computer came careening in your general direction. It hit the drywall behind you and fell to the floor, dozens of little keys flying across the hardwood flooring. You stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide and filled with fear. Levi was heaving, his expression dark and unrecognizable.

Levi hadn't been aiming at you, but he still threw it and it made a hole in the wall when you looked at it.

"Are you fucking crazy!?" you hissed, not wanting to shout any louder because you were sure your neighbors would call the police.

"You think you can just leave?" he shouted. "After all I've done for you?"

"Will you be quiet!?" you pleaded. "You're being too loud!"

"I don't give a fuck if I'm too loud!" Levi bellowed and you promptly threw up your hands in defense. "Get the fuck out then, you fucking bitch! Leave then. Stop wasting my fucking time!"

You couldn't hold it anymore and burst into tears. Levi turned on his heel and stomped off towards the bedroom, punching a hole in the wall as he passed through the doorjamb.

"Get the fuck out!" he called from the room while you still cried. "I don't fucking need some shitty girlfriend like you anyways. Always bitching and shit. Goddamn, if you wanted out, get the fuck out!"

Without even gathering a single thing other than your purse and keys, you fled the apartment and it was the last time he ever saw you.

***

She was gone.

Levi had woken up that next afternoon, completely alone in bed and confused. His head was pounding and in his haze, he called out (F/n)'s name with the assumption she was in the living room or the kitchen. No reply came to him.

He attempted to think back to the night before but nothing came to him. At least, the last thing he remembered was when his boss showed up at the local bar and they began talking business.

"Shit..." Levi groaned, rising out of bed. He felt like absolute trash; his body ached and his mind was so clouded that it hurt just to think. He had been so dehydrated that his whole mouth was dry.

"(F/n)," he said. Levi froze when he saw the living room wall with a gaping hole in it, keyboard keys scattered across the floor. On his right, he noticed another fist sized hole right next to his bedroom door.

And (F/n) wasn't there.

He panicked. He couldn't remember anything and he was scared to find out. He had to frantically dig through a pile of his clothes to find his phone, which was nearing its battery life.

Levi called her but she didn't pick up. Anxious, he called her again. And again. And again.

After six times, it went straight to voicemail, which meant that she knew he was calling and was purposefully ignoring it. Levi sat down at the edge of the bed, guilt rising up in his throat. He couldn't remember what he had done but she had never left before like this.

Levi called her once more, her chipper voicemail reaching his ear. "Hi, you've reached (F/n L/n)'s cell phone! Please leave your name, number, and the reason you're calling and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!"

"(F/n)," he said after a moment. "Please...please come home. I'm sorry, for whatever happened. I...I'm sorry for anything I said or did to you? Did I hurt you? Please come home.... I can't lose you. I'll get help. I'll stop drinking. Just please come home."

She never did come home after that.

Although, every time Levi would come back from work that week, more and more of her stuff went missing. He had tried to call her a dozen times, went to her work to see her but they turned him away. He was too prideful to try and reach out to her friends or family because he already knew that he had hurt her more than he wanted to admit.

The one woman that has been by his side unconditionally...and he pushed her to her breaking point. Levi never got to say good-bye to the one good thing that had happened in his life and he lost it from his own stupidity.

Three weeks went by and he heard nothing from her. He had stopped trying to get a hold of her; he had accepted the idea that she was never coming back. It was his fault that she was gone. In his despair, he drank himself into the abyss and woke up more alone than ever. He had no reason to stop now.

Presently, Levi had just come home from work, exhausted after a grueling day of mindless activity. The house was a disaster but he didn't care as his depression beat out his OCD foe cleanliness. The dishes were piling up, the trash was rotting, his laundry was a mountain.

But what caught his eye was was an envelope on the kitchen counter, seemingly out of place. Familar writing spelled out Levi on thr front. Without thinking, he dropped his briefcase on the floor and tore open the letter without hesitation.

It was from (F/n).

Levi...

I am okay. I know you're wondering. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I am too weak to face you...but you put me in a position where it is too difficult. Because if I do, I might waver in my decision.

I love you endlessly, Levi. And that's why this is so damn hard for me because I wanted my forever to be with you. But you need help and I'm not the person who can help you. I finally realized that. You are an alcoholic and a violent one at that. I am scared of you when you drink and that isn't right. I shouldn't fear for my safety for something like that.

I tried, baby. I tried so hard to make things work with you. I wanted to save you from yourself but...you don't want to be saved. And I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to be that person. I love you and I pray that you will realize that you're only destroying yourself. You have to get help. But I had to do what was best for me and being in that environment was taking a toll. It just...wasn't fair that I had to suffer like that. You kept choosing alcohol over me and I...I deserved more than that.

I hope that one day, we will run into each other...having moved on in our lives. And I hope that you will be happy and free from your addiction. I hope you will be able to smile with ease and someone will make you happy, happy enough that you will want to do anything for her to keep her.

Thank you for everything you did give me though. I will probably never stop loving you, Levi. Please take care of yourself more.

With all my heart and soul,

(F/n).

The letter slipped through his fingers and it fluttered slowly to the ground. Levi stared into a void in front of him, his mind going blank. What had he honestly been expecting? As if she would come back to a man like him.

He hadn't felt this kind of pain in a long time...not since he lost his mother. It was a true physical ache in his chest and made his stomach clench. This pain was both strange yet so familiar.

Like his mother, (F/n) was never coming back to him.

He lost her because of his own mistakes. Levi lost her to alcohol. He lost her because he refused to acknowledge the problem that he was the reason the relationship was failing. He didn't even know why he drank. But he knew he lacked control and now he was utterly alone for it.

And for the first time in years, Levi began to weep.