SATURN, levi ackerman ✓

second ; y/n

how do i get used to the
emptiness of this room?

your bed is on one corner
just by the window, the
monitor right beside it as
is another chair that i tend
to sit on more often than
not.

there's a table right in front
of the bed-usually it only carries
food but recently i've been seeing
flowers.

flowers. fucking flowers. why
did you let it get to the point where
people are giving you flowers as if
they are mourning your death?

forget-me-not's.

chrysanthemums.

roses.

whatever else there are. i
don't know, i can't stand to
look at them any more.

they signify good things like
love and happiness but since they
are being given to you, still alive,
i assume they are losing hope.

i wan't to blame them, but
i can't.

"you look mad." i hear you
say, but i'm not sure if you're
still looking at me because my
eyes are glued to the monitor.

it's the one reassurance i
have.

that you're breathing and
you have not left me.

"levi." i whisper, locking my
hand with his and before i could
comprehend it a single tear
slid down my cheek.

"all i ask of you is to stay."

the silence was enough for
me to conclude that you
wouldn't give me an answer.