𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬)

✩⡱Hit You Somewhere Vital ✩⡱

[TWs: romanticized death, possibly unrequited love

hiii i felt bad for not publishing anything despite having like seven wips so i held my writing braincell at gunpoint and forced it to make a 500ish word drabble <3

was listening to "sex with a ghost" by teddy hyde when writing this but there's no ns//fw because i'm a minor so i don't write that shit]

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You will be the death of me, in both the best and worst possible way.

He gets dizzy and light headed from his laugh.

His heart rate skyrockets from hearing him say his name.

His breathing goes funny from any compliment of his.

Blood flows to his cheeks whenever they hug.

Love. Bubblegum love. Love that grows bigger, and bigger, and is so sickly sweet it bursts. It sticks to your throat until you choke. It swells up in your lungs until you can no longer breathe.

Levi's in love. Sickly-sweet, gasping-for-air, love with Light.

And he'll choke down those feelings for as long as he lives.

Light will never see him like that. Levi's smart enough to know that much. What his brain simply cannot fathom is that he has to stop drinking in Light's company as if it were fine wine, or rather that stupid iced coffee he always has in his room.

The closer he gets to Light, the more that bubblegum love for him inflates to the skies like a balloon some kid carelessly let go of.

Icarus flew too close to the sun. His wax wings melted. A sea of despair swallowed him up whole.

To fly with faux wings, to get as close to the sun as he could, to drown in the sea afterwards. Oh, what a tragedy. A tragedy that Levi finds himself in.

The plight of Icarus is nothing more than a myth. It is not history. So perhaps the saying should be "beware of myths" instead of "history repeats itself."

Light is not the sun. He is not a heavenly being everyone depends on. Levi didn't like the sun much anyway, sunlight and an all-black wardrobe was never a good match.

But if he could be selfish for just one moment, he would say that in his life, Light was the moon. The brightest thing in Levi's bleak sky.

And yet despite not being the sun, Levi is still an Icarus flying too close. It will only destroy him. The sun would melt his wax wings but the moon would push him away.

Somehow that seems even worse than wings crumbling.

Would he ever really accept it? The fact that he'll never reach the moon.

The longer he stares at the moon, the more he wants to go there.

A lunatic is what he is. One spouting nonsense about romance.

So this is love.

Why does it hurt so bad?

Light will never know. He can't ever know. Levi would rather stab himself than know he made Light uncomfortable because he fell in love.

Stabbing himself. Oh, why does death sound so appealing? Is it him being dramatic? Or is the weight of this love putting Levi through more pain than he can ever recall?

Shoot me in the chest with your smile. Hit me somewhere vital so I bleed to death. I want to know, would dying be less painful than continuing to pine endlessly for someone I can never have?

To die from love, what a pitiful ending that would be.

It suits Levi wonderfully.

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me, looking at the previous chapter: so is anyone gonna retcon this sun metaphor or

no offense but i have never seen the sun as anything romance-y bc it makes me Angrily Squint At The Brightness and So Fucking Mad Because Why Is It So Hot Outside