𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 | Levi Ackerman X Reader

| CHAPTER 4 |

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While there was chaos brewing outside just outside the bathroom door, and was about to ensue into something much bigger, at any moment, your patience was reaching its limit. The stubborn stain on your shirt refused to budge, no matter how much water, soap, and paper towels you used to get it off.

Your frustration was rising upon seeing no progress at all, after several minutes of scrubbing. Now, it seems that whatever was on it before already sat there for far too long, and it was far out of your control.

"Why won't this come off?" You mumbled to yourself, tightening your grip on the fabric as defeat began to wash over your frustration. Your furrowed eyebrows began to loosen a bit, as you began to lose concentration.

Your fingers were gripping the edge of the shirt, as you tried to prevent a tide of embarrassment to wash over you from everything that's happened, trying not to give up until the very last second. Though, this stain seemed like the tip of the iceberg for everything that's happened, and to you, as of now it was the least of your problems.

But it was clear now-it wasn't coming off. You didn't want to walk outside with a visible stain like this, and at the very least, you wanted to go out there with your pride in check and retain the shred of dignity you had left. But it was just too noticeable and too high up to hide. At this point, there wasn't more you could do.

You huffed, dropping the soggy paper towel you were rubbing your shirt with, and put your hands on the edge of the sink as you leaned forward slightly.

Your head was down, and you were trying to gather your thoughts and get them after looking back on all that's happened today. Somehow, you knew the frustration you were feeling right now wasn't stemming from a little stain in your shirt. There was an underlying truth under all of this.

You couldn't help but think that this could have all been avoided if you had just been honest with Grisha about how you felt about this from the get-go, instead of worrying constantly about inevitably disappointing him.

But you never got the courage to tell him about these things. The only silver lining that came out of this was that he finally got the checkup that you'd been pushing him for months to get. But that still hardly makes up for this nightmare of a birthday.

The honorable mentioned include an arrogant jerk that was quickly climbing the rank of most unpleasant men you've met, that same man doing whatever that was before that lead you right into locking yourself in the bathroom, your shirt being deeply stained with God knows what, and coming up next would be trying to tell Grisha why this didn't work out.

There were so many other things you could've done today, but instead you spent it like this, which is why you were trying to push the last hour of your life out of your mind, but they kept cruelly resurfacing.

It kept coming back to you. You were doing everything in your power to ignore this moment of weakness. This wasn't like you at all, to let yourself be distracted from what's really important and what really mattered to you.

You told yourself, and him, from the get-go that your career was what mattered the most to you right now. And not to mention he clearly said couldn't care less, so why did everything that happened after that feel so contradictory? You didn't care, right?

He was a jerk, and everything happened so fast that it was probably all in your head. That was all it was. But you thinking about it now clearly meant that you did care, somehow.

You groaned and pressed your palms against your face, closing your eyes, and raking your hands back through your hair. "Fuck-stop overthinking this" You scolded yourself quietly and then quickly grabbed the paper towel again that you'd put to the side and continued rubbing against the stain.