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What was a future without you?
It was all Violet could think about as Levi guided her to his room. Not hers, no. She knew this route by heart by this point, and this one led them to Levi's room. By the way they had to cross an almost lonely route, with no one around. How hidden and lonely his room was, away from the loud voices of the cadets. This was the way to Levi's room. 
She really couldn't come to care, to think, as to why he was guiding her to his room and not hers. If she was being honest with some part of herself, she actually craved it. Need it more than she'd admit. 
All she wanted was his comfort, to hold her together before she fell apart completely. Because she could not hold herself together, could not put the pieces back together anymore.
While once she could, over and over again, it was becoming tiring by this point. Having to hold herself together when the world was driving her apart, while it through thing over thing over her way all the time--- she could not do it anymore.
So having Levi walk her to his bathroom and set up a warm bath for her, it was something she needed really bad. 

What was a future without you?
As his hands ran all over her broken back, a touch full of kindness and gentle fingers, she could feel all his love and reassurance that he didn't verbally express much. But he always did with his actions, the way he knew her better than she did herself.
Maybe he heard the way her heart cried, mourned the other soul it had lost. Maybe he could hear the agonizing moans, the way it continued to crack more and more. Maybe Levi could see her, all of her, and understand that she was not okay. That she did not know if she would be okay ever again.
And that, to some subconscious part of her that was not reeking with grief, was alarming. She had been taught to be brave, to be strong; and all of this that she was feeling, all of this breaking her body like a wave does when it hits rocks, was nothing like what she had been taught to be like all those long years ago.
Violet wanted to be brave, to be strong, because she knew Julian would've wanted for her to be strong, would've never wished to see her like this.
But how could she play strong, play hero once more, when he was not here anymore?

What was a future without you?
What was a future without you if nothing but ash and dust? A silent storm in an empty world where no light shone no longer once his bright soul gave its last laugh and withered to nothing but embers in the night. What was a future without you if he took all beauty with him, all goodness, all kindness, and left all who loved him with nothing but emptiness in their chests? What was a world without Julian but another sad story that Violet Grey had to face, but maybe won't endure?
That's how it all felt. Not even Levi's hands, his touch, could bring her any light at the moment. Not even any sort of reassurance that all will be alright without her best friend, her soulmate in another life.
Levi dried her off and dressed her in clothes of his own, the sweet smell of him clinging to her body as if it was all she got left. And maybe she did, maybe Levi was all good that was left in this world for her.
And just because that scared her, the thought of losing him, of losing this one person she had loved like no other, she hugged him before he guided her away to his bed. Her arms formed a shield around him, bringing him close to her body and burying her face on the crook of his neck. Protecting him from anything that might dare take him away from her. She hugged him tightly, afraid to let him go. To lose him forever from her life.
That terrified her. And maybe, for the first time in a long time, Violet Grey felt fear. Fear at the thought of losing Levi Ackerman, the person she would set the world on fire for. Although, she wouldn't know if what she felt was that, because so foreign, so oily, did such crashing emotion felt, something she had not felt before if she could remember well, that she couldn't tell. Couldn't tell if fear was what she was experiencing.
So her eyes looked up to the ceiling. She had already lost Julian, lost so much, so she closed her eyes shut, tightly, and begged. Please, she begged to whatever god bothered to hear her cries in such a dull time, please don't take him from me.
"Violet." He touched her face, fingers landing on her chin. "Love." The first time he had called her such. "Come, I still need to brush your hair." And his calloused hands guided her to his bed and she sat, legs crossed against the other, and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers run through her hair first.