X Reader One Shots

Grand Piano ~ Levi

Your heart has gone into overtime.

As had your mind.

Your heart and mind could not bear to push through the pain that etched scars of your inner self. Wounded, your hopes and dreams of what could have been caved in. Your life was stuck on reply. Sadly, the song that played was one of the darkest of thoughts that roamed your mind, even though, dark thoughts are the only ones you have left to spare these days. Mentally and physically, you're tired.

The song of your life was laced with the sense of sinister irony. It was written and composed by the one and only. Your one and only, Levi Ackerman. Even if you weren't his one and only.

No, his heart was not thrown out to others reach. No. That fact is what kept the last fragments of your sanity intact.

But his body? Well, that was a topic that pained you so.

But his heart? Well, you would know better than anyone that, he didn't seem to have one.

The vessel that pumped blood through those icy veins was nothing but a shell of flesh. A shell of flesh that contained the most sinister and twisted of intentions.

He had told you time and time again that, you were a fool if you thought you could go and find someone that would care for you more than him.

The worst part of that is that you believe him.

Friends had screamed worried thoughts to you. They told you that he was pushing you straight down to your personal hell.

So what did you do? You told them you no longer desired to converse with people that thought so lowly of your beloved.

So now, your heart wrenched as glassy (e/c) orbs stared at the bare ceiling above. A hand clenched firmly to your once whole heart.

The only sign of you still being alive was the shallow breaths you took.

But then again, you were the spitting image of the living dead. Expressions of joy were no longer present.

You could feel the muscles in your shoulder blades ache.

Your mind was drowned in the sea of numbness,as the light keys of the ebony and ivory keys echoed in your thoughts. The piano was being played just as you were. You knew it. Yes, you denied it outwardly,but you knew the ugly truth.

Somehow, you've become addicted to the pain. You knew this as you walked down the stairs to see what you deemed as perfection.

The pictures of the music Levi was creating was slowly fading away,as he was coming to the end of the dark song.

His gray eyes flickered your way,but he did not give another glance your way,as he skillfully pushed the keys of the instrument. Inside of the grand piano, strings were tugged and pulled. As were yours. Sometimes your heart strings popped,but he sometimes fixed them. But only so he could continue playing.

Your eyes closed,as the song ended.

"Please, play on."