Laika's Extras

Ereri - Lapse

Ereri is good for the soul, and this one will call out to your feels :3 Enjoy!

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Levi's eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the bare lighting of the dim room. He blinked blearily, frowning as he let out a soft moan, not used to waking up so early.

Something felt, off. Not good, not bad, just, off.

He turned his head to the side, letting out a frustrated puff of air, eyes flickering over to his lover.

Or rather, where he should be.

Eren's side of the bed was empty, Levi's arm strewn out onto cold pillows, alone in their bed.

He furrowed his brow, groggily rolling over and sitting up, glancing around the room, his brain sluggish as he tried to wake up.

Levi noticed that the bedroom door was slightly ajar, light from the hallway filtering in through the crack, making Levi sigh, standing up and staggering over to the door, scratching his cheek as he peered out.

He narrowed his eyes as he reached the hallway, standing in the middle and glancing around, eyes soon spotting the bathroom light on under the door.

He paused, his tired brain whirring into motion as he processed this, finally sighing, his stomach sinking slightly.

He quietly walked up to the door, fingers wrapping around the doorknob, twisting and pushing it open gently, blinking cautiously around as he stepped inside.

His eyes found the figure frozen over the toilet seat, like a deer caught in the headlights, tear-streaked face red and trembling, bright eyes wide and glazed.

Levi's gaze softened, and he let out a small sigh, smiling sadly at Eren, who was still half hunched over the bowl.

"Eren... You were doing so well." Levi murmured, crouching down next to his teal-eyed boyfriend, taking his shaking fists in his own, prying open his right hand and removing the blade he knew was there, throwing it with distaste into the bin. He made a mental note to empty it later.

Eren squeezed his eyes shut, bowing his head in guilt and melancholia, cursing his own wretched mind. He had been caught, after so long, after being clean for all this time. He had failed, failed himself and failed Levi.

Levi grunted in agitation, vexed that this illness had once again brought them back to square one, that once again he had to help pick up the shattered pieces.

Damn this disease. Damn himself for not being able to fix Eren. Damn it all.

"I-I fucked u-up L-Levi... I-I don't know w-wha... I-I-" Eren rasped out shakily, trying to control his gasps for air between words, spinning into hysteria slowly, sinking.

Levi shushed him, tentatively wrapping his arms around the sobbing boy, tucking his head into his neck and holding him until he came down from his panic, murmuring encouragement in his ear.

It wasn't his fault. It was this damn disease.

"Eren, I need you to sit up so I can see your hands. You... you didn't get round to doing that, did you?" he muttered, softly running his hand through Eren's sweaty bangs, his silver eyes piercing into Eren's watery aquamarine ones.

Eren nodded shakily, sitting back against the wall, hesitantly holding out his injured right hand. If Levi hadn't been there, who knows how much worse it could have been.

Assessing the damage, Levi narrowed his eyes, momentarily flickering up the boys pale arm, lined with faded pink lines, each one a testament to his recovery.