𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂, levi ackerman 18+

'Would You Lie To Me?'

Days Later ;

"Of course, I'll go up to the market with you: I needed to buy some things anyway, Jean." You smiled at your friend.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Well then, I suppose it's a good thing that I asked you." His soft voice spoke, "I've been meaning to go for weeks but everyone's been so busy."

Your eyebrow raised, "You could've asked me earlier, you know. I would've said yes, still."

Jean's eyes widened a little with hesitance, before his hand lingered against the back of his neck, awkwardly laughing, "Sorry, I just wasn't exactly sure where I stood with you after-.. you know." He awkwardly chuckled once again, looking in the opposing direction, "I'm.. cool with you and Levi, right?"

"Of course."

"And he doesn't know what happened?"

"Of course not." You lied straight through your teeth.

He smiled, his muscles untensing, "Okay, I'm glad.." His amber eyes suddenly lit up, "Hey, congrats on the engagement, by the way. I never had chance to say."

You flashed a wide grin, beaming from cheek-to-cheek, "Thankyou!"

He raised his hands, taking a step back, "It's no problem, so, meet back here in ten? Then we can go up to the main town together."

You began to turn your shoulder, "You got it." You replied with a smile, before placing your hands in either pocket to go get a jacket from your bedroom.

You opened your wardrobe door, taking out a warm jacket before your eyes glanced down at an old shoe box at the bottom.

Your eyebrow perked with curiosity, slowly opening the lid with the idea of seeing a pair of old work boots in there, however was left entirely mislead once your eyes became attached to something you weren't expecting.

Receipts; maybe three or four stashed away.

Your chest suddenly felt heavier; tighter but you couldn't explain why.

They weren't yours: you knew that.

You picked one up, reading the paper writing that had been scripted into the paper: a hotel reservation.

The box was stashed away under all of your clothes and old belongings that you'd thrown inside; hidden beneath piles.

Why?

Your mind was no longer able to not go to the worst situation as your eye scanned over more receipts, analysing each date and price.

Flowers; jewellery; a hotel reservation. 

You couldn't recognise a single one.

They were all fairly recent - the oldest dated back two months: before Levi had even asked you to marry him.

Your eyes began to sting. You recognised none of the receipts, meaning that they had no meaning to you - they hadn't been spent on you.

Did you mean that little to him?

You heard as your door began to open, the hairs against the back of your neck standing up at the sudden draft of crisp wind.

Levi's head tilted to the side at the sight of you crouched in front of the wardrobe, his curiosity taking the better of him as he hummed tiredly under his breath.

You swallowed, realising that your hands had been shivering with the grasp of the box, "Levi.."

He closed the door, taking off his hat and blazer in a calm demeanour, "Hey, gorgeous." Your fiancé softly began to speak, walking over to you as your eyebrows furrowed together, "How has your day been?"