cannibal. // Levi X !Bipolar Reader

Chapter XII

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Sobs. And sobs. And sobs.

They kept gathering in my throat, begging to be released. However my tears trailed down my cheeks without any decency, without any noises though. As sneaky as a snake.

He actually came for me.

It was a shame that me, the bipolar psycho, and supposed strong woman, was crying beside the one I deeply admired.

He didn't seem to mind though. Like it was normal for me to cry.

It was also a shame since I was wetting his coat, which emitted a smooth tea and cologne scent. Weird but amazingly comforting.

How did I end up crying, and having his coat?

To know, let's skip a few minutes earlier...

~ [ F L A S H B A C K ] ~

"He's here."

"Hm?"

The curious secretary gazed at my watery eyes, as she certainly wondered what I meant.

"Bring me my coat."

I wanted to hide myself. I really didn't want him to see me like this, I didn't want him to see me weak.

Deep down, I really wanted to throw myself in his arms and cry the living fuck out of me.

"You never brought any kind of coat, [F/N]. Have you left it somewhere?"

Oh yeah. It was still hanging in the bar after the tragedy of earlier. Fuck me, then.

"Yeah. Don't you have any kind of cloth so I can wipe all that salty water out of my way? Blurry vision isn't helping."

"Oh yes, in the staff's room! I'll be right back."

And she went, walking like a penguin to get what I requested. The manner she moved around forced out a smile.

My [E/C] eyes trailed back to the entrance, and it opened. It allowed him to enter, with such natural grace. He was so freaking amazing. How does he do it? I don't know. Really, he's just too much.

I desperately tried to avoid his gaze, making it seem like I didn't notice him. I was a terrible actress. I'm sure he saw my eyes locking with his with these reddish eyeballs of mine. Damn tears.

A shadow began to rise by my side. It was him, he was approaching. I was so scared. What does he think of me now, that I've released that beast? How am I supposed to live on without him beside me? I grew dependent on him, like a drug. I felt like I was abusing of him, but I didn't care.

I wanted every single inch of him, all mine, I wanted to claim him, to possess him, to literally devour him. I desired him to the highest point, and he was gonna be mine no matter the price.

"I want him all for myself only.", I mistakenly mumbled.

Oh God.

I felt his presence.

I knew he was just beside me, because whenever he was there, my blood began to heat and rush through my veins, my heart beginning a marathon. He made me feel like that, but he also made me feel extremely good.

"You look shitty as fuck."

A deep voice groaned right beside me, making me jump slightly. My head tilted to meet his gaze.