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𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈 | 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ levi ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

After waiting for almost four and a half hours at the shop, I watched y/n get out of an unfamilliar car along with the tall blonde guy I knew as her ex boyfriend, her face still devoid of any and all emotion, and I couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. She slammed the door behind her and began to walk towards the entrance of the shop, until she was stopped by my voice.

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked angrily, voice wavering from choking back a cry. I walked over to a very surprised y/n, who wasn't expecting me to be waiting. She couldn't look me in my eyes and instead kept them on the ground, chewing the skin of her lips like she always did when she was anxious about something.

"Why does it matter?" She asked, her voice hushed and sad.

"Because you were gone with your ex for four hours," I shouted, my temper growing shorter and shorter. The darkening sky was now a deep shade of blue, the sun was setting but hadn't found its place behind the hills entirely yet.

"Levi," she said softly, this time different from every other time she'd ever said it. this time it was shaky, and tired, and weak, full of something that I couldn't quite grasp. I ignored her, fearing the worst, not wanting to listen to the words I was scared she might say. The words I knew she would say. The blonde man walked closer to us and I felt a rush of anger course through my veins, and before I knew it my fist was flying towards his face, landing a clean blow to the side of his jaw causing him to stumble.

"Levi," y/n's strained voice called out for me once again.

I turned towards her and seen her eyes wide and glossy, her only emotion in that moment being fear. I didn't expect it, but the man returned the action, sending a surge of pain to my nose, and I felt cold blood start to rush out of my right nostril and trickle down my lips.

"Jean, please,"

"What's your issue?" He fumed, his eyebrows forming wrinkles in between them from his angry expression. "First you cheat on her, then you have a shit fit because she's with the only person that cares?"

All was silent for a few moments as his words processed in my head. I looked at him, then back at her.

"Is that what you told him?" I stood and looked down at my feet for a moment to calm myself before making the situation any worse than it was.

"You told him I cheated on you," I confirmed my own question. Too scared to answer, y/n stood staring at me. "I told you the truth,"

Jean stood holding his jaw, staring at me intently.

"I told you everything that happened,"

I mustered up all the courage I had and rushed toward her, cupping both of my hands on the sides of her face, staring into her eyes. Blood was still running from my nose and down my lips, but in that moment I couldn't bring myself to care. All that mattered was her, and I needed her to believe me. I couldn't lose her. Not to him.

"I know you don't believe me but I promise, on everything, that what I told you was nothing but the truth,"

"Levi," she said in the same soft tone.

"I love you, and only you. You're all I need." I rubbed my thumbs over her cheeks to wipe any tears that fell.

"I love you," she grabbed both of my wrists and smiled up at me. "You showed me what it meant to be genuinely loved, and I know that's something I can never get from someone else,"

I swallowed thickly, not wanting to accept what I knew was yet to come. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head down, sniffling and sobbing.

Don't say it.

She looked back into my eyes, shaking, with makeup smudged around hers, and her face red and splotchy. But to me, she was still the most beautiful girl in the world.

"But I think this is where it has to end," she concluded her prolonged decision.

My chest was sore, but not in the way it usually was.

This type of sore was a gut wrenching, painful stab to the chest. It felt like she had reached right through me and ripped my heart out and tossed it aside, running it over with horseface's car.

"Don't do this," I begged, finally feeling hot tears form. "I promise you, I'll be better, I'll do whatever it takes. Just, don't leave me,"

I let a strangled cry rip through my throat when she dropped her hands from my wrists, moving away from my hold on her.

"Please don't leave me,"

She walked away, and all I could do was watch.

A year long relationship was suddenly over just as quick as it started, and I knew that it was my fault, just like it was every time someone left me.

I hadn't realized it at that point but in that moment I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I needed her.

"Y/n," I said quietly to myself.

It all goes back to me not wanting to let people in out of the fear of getting hurt. When I finally do meet someone and get attached to them, I always manage to lose them.

Heartbreak is a strange feeling that I had hoped to never have to deal with. I drove back to our shared home, sobbing, crying, wanting the nightmare to end.

She didn't come home that night.

That's when it became very real, that I'd lost the only person who I'd ever loved for good.

End.