Levi x Reader || One Shots And Short Stories

"Thank You"

Author's note: This is the ending/continuation/part 2 of "The Last Time." It also could be a stand alone, I guess but it'd make more sense if it were a second part. PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END TOO. IMPORTANT INFORMATION!!! I told a few of you who have messaged me that The Lyricist was my next update, and I apologize for deviating from that. But I felt a second part was in order to make y'all feel better about Levi being a dickhead in the last one shot I posted. Slightly OOC Levi...maybe more than slightly? idk

Anyway, please enjoy this final part two alcoholic!Levi xoxo love y'all.

Edit: I have made a very grave error in writing this and this is now the revised version. I apologize. thank you to a beautiful reader of mine who pointed out how dumb I am.

Part Two/Ending

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Her cries were heart wrenching. Something about the way she would gasp for air in the midst of her sobbing made an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. Despite the guilt though, Levi could not find it in himself to pull his cell phone away from his ear.

He had lost count how many times he had listened to her voicemail but he wanted it burned into his memory. He wanted to remember every single breath and every single word.

"I sacrificed everything for you and you don't give two shits about what I want! EVER! You're a goddamn liar and I fucking can't stand this shit anymore, you fucking asshole! You lied. You lied to me, you piece of shit! How dare you blow me off like this!!" She was shrieking in her distress and anguish; Levi could hear the desperation in her voice. The pain riddled her tone and it made Levi clench his teeth with hatred for himself. She was losing it...and he was the reason why. "I can't do this anymore!! I DON'T DESERVE THIS. WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID!? I CAN'T DO THIS!!! FUCK. I CAN'T."

Her agonizing sobs rose up once more and he could hear her moaning intermittently in between breaths. Try as he might, he never did figure out what she was saying because it was too muffled out. For three minutes straight, she would wail until it slowly faded into sniffles and hyperventilation.

"I can't win this fight..." she would finally whisper. "I don't have anymore fight left in me...I'm...I'm-"

The voicemail would cut her off and end there and without hesitation, Levi replayed it. Over and over and over. He wanted to torture himself, in a way. He deserved it. He pushed her to her breaking point, to her limit.

(F/n) left him because he chose alcohol over her...and he never saw her again. And so, he would listen to her cries on his voicemail until he couldn't feel anything anymore.

"Leviiii," someone said. It was distant, almost hazy but he could hear it. "Sweetheart, it's time to get up."

He felt a hand at his arm shake him gently but he rolled over and let out a grunt to be left alone. A rather aggravating chuckle reached his ears but Levi refused to open his eyes. "Can't you let a man sleep in for once in his life...?"

"Honey...it's nearly eleven thirty in the morning," said the sweet voice. He could hear the smile in her tone. "I already let you sleep in as it is."

Levi let out a tortured groan. "Fine," he sighed. "I'm getting up, I'm getting up."

"I'll fix you up some tea while you take a shower." The slight figure that had been sitting at the edge of the bed stood up. A brief moment had passed before he felt a pair of soft lips touch his cheek. He flinched at the invasion of his personal space so soon after he awoke.

He heard light footsteps make their way into the bathroom and shortly after the sound of running water met him.

"It's warming up, but don't take too long," said her voice gently. "You'll waste water."