𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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A DOOR REOPENED
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(y/n)'s house
late spring arrived swiftly, not with the graceless upheaval life usually favoured, but with the insistent feeling of things falling back into alignment.
for weeks, your house had been full.
footsteps. voices. concern disguised as jokes. levi's presence like a shadow that never left your side. your friends drifting in and out, pretending not to watch you too closely.
eventually, though, the tension thinned. old habits slipped back.
and this morning, there was nothing.
exactly the way you preferred it.
no movement upstairs. no muffled conversations through walls. no kettle already boiling because someone else had beaten you to it.
for the first time in what felt like forever, the space was entirely yours.
now playing: dear god by tate mcrae
you moved through the house efficiently, hair twisted into a loose knot, sleeves shoved past your elbows.
the kettle hissed. laundry churned in the background.
a pencil rested behind your ear, leaving a streak of graphite on your cheek as you mentally drafted a list.
eggs, bacon, washing up liquid.
by the door, a pile of parcels waited: elements of your old wardrobe boxed and labelled, ready to vanish into strangers' lives. on the table, your university applications sat tied with ribbon.
you lingered there for half a second longer.
"might as well send off my job applications too."
within minutes, your totebag was stuffed and slung over your shoulder, bike rolling through the gate as it shut behind you.
street
by late morning, you'd already crossed half of trost.
quick stops at the grocer, a detour through the farmer's market where vendors shouted prices over one another, the brief indulgence of tulips bought on impulse because may always made them impossible to resist.
