His Letters| Levi x Reader

4

I remember the day I found you.

It was a cold December night and I had just came back home from running a few errands. I was surprised when I wasn't immediately greeted by you after I opened the front door.

I set my bags on the kitchen counter and went to look for you. I couldn't find you anywhere so I tried calling your name.

There was no response.

At this point, I was very worried. Usually, if you had gone out, you would've told me in advance.  But you never told me anything about not being home.

I tried calling you while pacing around the hallway, back and forth. While I was ringing your phone, I could hear the faint sound of your ringtone. I went to the source of the sound, the bathroom.

When I opened the door, I remember how I froze in horror at the sight before me.

There you lay, unconscious, on the bathroom floor, pills in hand, and your phone on the sink.

When I think about it now, everything else that happened was a complete blur. Maybe it was because of the extreme amount of panic that ran through me. Maybe there was too much going on in my mind while I was praying, hoping, asking for you to be alive, to wake up.

That nightmare still haunts me to this day.