InquisitorMaster One Shots [discontinued]

Voice of an Angel (Levight)

Probably nobody requested Levight but I wrote it anyway. Uhhhh you'll just have to put up with my Levight brain rot. Btw this isn't my best writing but I'm posting it anyway, I'm just super uninspired recently. First time I'm writing in first person on this account too! I usually don't but I decided to just give it a shot. I've written in the first person before, but last time I published something in the first person was... TADOACCP. Which was over 6 months ago.

Enough rambling, let's gooo

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I stumble across the alleyway, coughing while leaning against the wall to hold myself up. Glancing down, I look at my hand to see it painted with my own blood. I weakly hide behind a dumpster, hissing in pain.

I got stabbed in the gut, the hospital was miles away and I'd probably bleed out before the ambulance got here. I pull out my phone, noticing some spots of blood on the corner. Damn, they got me good didn't they? I know this will be my grave. I pull up my contact list and scroll down, blood smearing against my screen as I feel the surface mix between dry and slippery. I use my shirt to clear it off, not like there wasn't already blood on my shirt anyway.

I scroll down a little more until I reach Light's contact. I want to hear his voice one last time. Is this even a good idea? It's late at night, he probably won't respond. Should I still try just for the hell of it? Without thinking I press the call button, I reach my thumb down to the hang up button and pause.

It rings once, twice, I had already given up hope on hearing him until I heard a click.

"Levi..?" Light answers, his voice raspy and exhausted, "It's one in the morning, why are you calling me..?"

I hear him yawn on the other side of the call, it's selfish to wake him up for this, but I don't care at this point. "Hey Light, sorry to wake you up, I just wanted to talk," I explain, trying to sound as normal as I could, which, no surprise, is a gruelling task when you're bleeding out.

"Oh," Light mumbles bluntly, I hear him yawn again. God, he's adorable. If only I could see his face one last time, but that's asking for too much. His voice is enough to put me at peace. "What'cha wanna talk about?"

I snap back to reality, drifting in my thoughts, "Anything really. I'm just bored," I respond, he hums in response, "So uh," I start, "how's your relationship with Charli going?"

Charli is completely infatuated with Light, head over heels in love with him to the point it was worrying. I can't blame her, Light's humor, smile, his adorable freckles on his soft cheeks. Everything up to his sweet voice and naivety was amazing, how could you not fall for him?

Light's never expressed to like Charli, and even so, he's straight, he's always been out of my reach like the stars in the sky, but I just can't look away, their beauty from afar was enough to feel that comfort.

"Levi?"

Charli's lucky she can continuously latch onto Light. I can barely touch him, and even in the smallest ways like a hug, hand holding or a pat on the back was enough. Like an ocean of bliss I could be tied up and thrown into, unable to escape, feeling it surround my body and fill my lungs, drowning in it as I slowly lose the ability to breathe, a tear or two falling knowing this ocean doesn't feel the same as I for it.

"Hey, Levi??"

"LEVI!?"

"Oh- OH- Sorry about that," I apologise, breaking away from my thoughts, hearing Light's worried voice, "You scared me..." Light mumbles.

I smile, Light cares a lot about other people most of the time, it's one of the many things I've adored about him, "I'm sorry, I was just spacing out," I apologize once more, "what did you say?"

I hear him chuckle, a smile grows on my face at the sound. "I said that our relationship hasn't changed, I've noticed she hasn't been simping for me as much, and I'm glad. When she isn't going on about how much she loves me, she's pretty cool," Light rehashes. How much would you hate me if I didn't control my actions? Would you still care about me? If you knew how much I loved you, would you avoid me?

"What about you?" He asks, I look to the stone wall in front of me and then up at the inky black sky. "How's your relationship with Charli going?"

I shrug, not that he'd see, despite both me and Charli being in love with Light, I can't bring myself to hate her. Am I any better? I'd like to think that I am, as self-centered as that sounds. "We're still friends, she's been hanging out with Luca a lot recently, so I've been seeing her more recently," not like I'll see her ever again.

A sharp pain travels through my body as my stab wound alerts me of it's existence again, lot like my hand's over the wound in attempts to not bleed out as fast as I would otherwise. I let out a hiss of pain followed by coughing.

"Levi?! Are you okay?!" I hear Light yell, when he's worried like this I can't help but feel bad. On one hand I don't think I'm deserving of his care, but on the other, I adore it. I long to hold him close to me, to hug him for longer than a moment, to cuddle him, hell, I'd get giddy over him leaning his head against my shoulder, or taking a nap using my lap as a pillow.

I finish my coughing fit, my time's running thin. "Yeah, yeah.. I'm fine..." I utter, struggling to form sentences together. I clear my throat, regaining my composure even with the unbearable pain.

"Are you sure? Those coughs sounded really violent..."

I can't tell him that I'm going to die. I want his last memory of me to be happy, to be like any other memory. It would kill me if he knew he was listening to me talk while I died. At the same time, I want to tell him how I feel. How selfish can I get?

"Hey, Light?" I call, clutching my wound as I prepare myself.

"Yeah?"

I take a deep breath, I feel my cheeks get faintly red. Not enough blood to even blush huh? "I just wanted to tell you that I love you and want you to be safe," Maybe he'll take my confession as platonic and I'll die with these feelings as I've always intended to. And maybe that'd be fine.

"Levi? What's going on?" I hear him tremble, I let out a soft chuckle while feeling the need to cough build in my chest again.

"Nothing," I reassure, "don't worry about it, I just wanted to let you know."

I hiss again, falling over and dropping my phone next to my face, erupting in another coughing fit, "I've just got a cold, don't worry..." I lie before he even gets the chance to worry.

"Want me to come over tomorrow and help take care of you?" He offers, he's so toothrottingly sweet. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, but at the same time, I could never be happier to hear him again.

"Nah," I decline, "I've got Luca to take care of me, just... don't worry, okay?" I request, feeling my blood slip through my fingers and onto the concrete below.

Light hums in uncertain agreement. Thank you Light. "Goodnight," I wish farewell.

"Goodnight Levi!" he cheers before hanging up. I feel my consciousness slip from me. I'm so glad that I got to hear the voice of an angel before I passed, and I'm glad to know he cares about me too.

I'm sorry for lying to you, Light. I love you.