Precious ♡ |LeviHan|

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♡ PRECIOUS  || LEVIHAN ♡
Author: pcyp_writes

| Chapter 4: Apologies and Regrets. |

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12:00

Darkness roamed all over the office room, mixed with sorrowful sobs and painful grunts. The strong smell of blood lingered into Hange's nose, she touches her bleeding cheeks with her fingers, wet. Hange thought she would be regretting the action of torturing herself especially when her position now is the Commander.

But the bad feelings only got the worst of her. She can't beat it that easily. It was harder than slashing a titan's nape in one horizontal spin.

It was my fault all along. Moblit suffered because of me. He deserves more happiness, better than me. Yet here I am still alive and he's dead now because he fucking saved me that time. Idiot Moblit, why.. why did you do that? Hange quivered her lips, plopping down again on the floor.

Hange looks at Moblit's sketchbook on the table not far from her, leaving a certain page opened to show the content. A pure content and wonderful sketch of herself, smiling with both fists on each side of her waist, eyes shut casually until those tiny wrinkles beneath became visible. It was more like a portrait than a simple sketch, to be honest. And Hange could simply assume that Moblit put his most effort to finish it.

Hangw was secretly touched by it. But damn, she couldn't praise him anymore. If only her assistant shows this thing to her much earlier. Damn it, Moblit.

Below the portrait, a neat handwritting that only belongs to Moblit Berner, much to Hange's opinion. It tells her something that made a hole in her heart went deeper;

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Dear buntāichou,
No matter how hard your day is,
You always let your smile became genuine as it ever be. Despite your own recklessness, I believe you're strong in your own ways, because if you're not I'm positively sure Sawney and Bean would've eaten you on the first day you caught them.

Stay smiling. Your smile would always be everyone's favourite. If someone tends to hate it, I would never be one of them.

Yours, Moblit Berner.

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After what had happened to you, you expected me to smile, Moblit? How dumb are you, anyway? Hange groaned hard.

She can't tell what's her look right now. Probably disgusting, she was quite sure her bloody cheeks and hands stains her upper uniform, down to the waist area.

She just wanted to be alone for now, today, that's just enough. She wants to look cool infront of her other comrades. A crybaby woman wouldn't be fit to fulfill the duty as a Commander, everybody knows that.

With a light sob left, Hange pressed her head back on the wall behind her. It was cold, she had never feel like that for a very long time.

"Damn, it hurts." At last, she curles herself into a ball, shivering down on the floor without having a thought that she might catch a cold because of it.

Well.. if that's the most suitable punishment, Hange would consider to accept it without a single condition.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!
The door was harshly been knocked by someone from outside, Hange could barely turn her head to eye it for a while.