Levi x Reader [ oneshots ]

Superfluous

▽Modern AU

△Levi x Dead!Reader

△she

(Kudos to @lucas_ashton_laston for all the love❤️)

(Did I use kudos right?😂)

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Levi POV

It doesn't smell like her anymore.

The teal scarf you left behind, it was now completely void of your scent. It (your scent) used to bring me a sense of security, but now it only gives me the feeling of being lost. Which it has never done before, but as the current circumstances stands, it didn't really came as something shocking.

What did she even smell like again?

I couldn't remember.

One of a kind — I remember that was what I always thought about your scent.

They say everyone has their own unique body smell. I never used to believe it because everyone was either wearing the same perfume/cologne, has no scent, or they smell — until you waltz along into my senses. You didn't smell like chemicals infused together to create a specific stimuli, you didn't smell like nothing, and you definitely didn't smell but instead, you smelt like something that could only be owned by you.

That's what intrigued me the most, because I couldn't put a finger on it.

It was a delightful scent, one where it could put any person with an anger issue like mine into a state of calmness. I used to think how blessed I was to have found my perfect remedy, but now all it does it just haunt me.

I can't remember it.

No matter how hard I tried to recreate it, to remember it, or find a fragment of a clue to its ingredients — the gods forbade me to relive it.

I miss it.

I stared at your scarf around my neck.

It's always around my neck ; during the Spring, when I go to the beach on the Summer because of how everyone would just relentlessly drag me there as an act to take you off my mind, during mid-Winter when it's freezing, and especially all-round Autumn. I feel that if I do take it off other than for wash, I would feel even more lost than I do now because this is all that I have left of you.

I should feel something when I look at this scarf though, right?

Something joyful like a flashing memory or your smile?

I should feel something other than a sense of lost...right?

I miss her.

Lowering my eyelids until all my sight was covered in darkness and the after effects of my view, I sat on the portable chair in front of you in an effort to relax as I took in a breath of chemicals from my cigarette.

You never did like it when I smoke, you said it was killing me to which I always scoff at.

I'm definitely late for work.

I didn't care though.

I stopped years ago, and so did Erwin (my boss).

"(Name)?" I called out for her from the shaded hallway.

"Here!" I heard her voice shout from the nearby break room.

"The documents, where are they?" I asked as I leaned against the door while secretly taking in her beauty for the day. Her (h/c) hair was in a neat pony tail that day and she wore red on her lips, the type that I would want to smack off of.