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(Y/N)~your name
P. O. V~point of view

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Levi's P.O.V

Walking away from Hanji that day was one of the hardest things I've ever done. 

Every step felt like a weight dragging me down, pulling me deeper into the bottomless pit of my own guilt and regret.

But as much as I hated myself for hurting her, I couldn't deny the relief that washed over me, knowing that I had made the right decision for both of us.

Or so I thought.

The days since I ended things with Hanji had been some of the most agonizing of my life. 

As I sat alone in my apartment, the silence of the room pressing down on me like a heavy weight, I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at me from within.

Part of me knew that ending things with Hanji was the right decision. 

Our relationship had become strained, weighed down by the unspoken feelings that lingered between us. But another part of me couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake.

I missed her. I missed her laughter, her warmth, her presence beside me. And as much as I tried to push aside my feelings, they lingered like a persistent ache, a reminder of the love I had lost.

One evening, as I sat alone in the darkness of my apartment, my thoughts drifted to (Y/N). She was with me now, her presence filling the void that Hanji had left behind. And yet, even as I held her in my arms, I couldn't shake the feeling of longing that consumed me from within.

"Are you okay, Levi?" (Y/N) asked, her voice filled with concern.

I forced a smile, trying to push aside the feeling.

"I'm fine, (Y/N)," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

But even as I spoke the words, I knew they were a lie. How could I possibly be fine when the person I loved was slipping away from me, drawn to someone else? And yet, even in the middle of the pain, there was a part of me that couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Relief that (Y/N) was here with me now, her presence a balm to the ache in my heart. But even as I took comfort in her company, I couldn't shake the feeling of longing that consumed me from within.

It was like being caught in a never-ending cycle of desire and despair, unable to break free from the chains of my own emotions.

As the days turned into weeks, the tension between (Y/N) and me grew more evident, like a thick fog that hung between us, suffocating and cruel.

I tried to push aside my feelings for Hanji, to focus on building a future with (Y/N), but no matter how hard I tried, they lingered like a shadow, casting a pall over our relationship.

One evening, as (Y/N) and I sat on the couch in silence, the weight of our unspoken emotions pressing down on us like a heavy blanket, I knew that I couldn't keep pretending.

"(Y/N), I need to talk to you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, breaking the heavy silence that hung between us like a mask.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of fear and concern. 

"Levi, I need to talk to you," she said at the same time, her voice soft but firm.

We stared at each other for a moment, the weight of our unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us.