Don't Chase Me [Cheater!Levi Ackerman|Mod!Au]

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"This house is haunting all my dreams 

It's keeping me from waking up..."

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      Levi tore around the house, opening closets and crossly pulling out their contents. He didn't care that it was making a mess. He had to find you. This had to be a joke! Some sort of sick prank that you and your shitty friends had pulled. He'd been so careful!

Hadn't he?

"This isn't fucking funny, idiot," Levi yelled, pulling open the door to the walk-in pantry. "[Name]! Where the hell are you?!"

He searched from your chick cove in the attic, to his man cave (which was more a large cleaning supply closet) in the basement. Levi opened every closet, every odd crawl space, flipped over every piece of furniture he thought you could fit under. He also checked the backyard, but when he called out your name all he got was the neighbour's cat hissing as it scurried from the bushes.

Levi was so furious, he even went so far as to make sure you hadn't crawled in the washer, dryer, or oven! After his fruitless search in the garage, the last stop was out front – where he planned to check the cars to see if you were hiding out there. But Levi stopped in his tracks on the front entry way when he saw that your car was not parked beside his.

"[Name]?!" he called angrily, marching up to peer in the windows of his car, but only the hoot of an owl replied to his plea.

Levi stared at his own reflection in the windows of his car. He was red faced, and dripping wet with streaks of panic in his eyes; the pounding of his nervous heart reverberated hard within his chest, adding to the rage shaking his entire body.

Levi didn't understand who this man was in the reflection. The man who cared so much for someone, who panicked when he couldn't find them – who felt sick because they were gone. Levi thought he spotted you behind him in the reflection, but when he turned around he was only greeted with the night air.

There was a numbness he'd never felt before in his knees, a nervous hand weaving through his hair as he leaned against the shiny black car. Levi didn't think about the mess in the house, or the smudge marks he'd have to spend two days with a wax kit to get off his car. He only cared about the impossible fact that you were nowhere to be found.

As the realization finally washed over him, Levi muttered out, "There's no fucking way..."

He couldn't even bring himself to finish the thought. You'd left him out to dry.

You left him in general.

Levi slowly looked around him to find he really was alone - the light from the porch lamp showing him the truth of it. Taking in the calmness of the night, his rage evaporated into the darkness. His breathing, which had been erratic, quieted to blend in with the lulling of the crickets. An unfamiliar ache began to rock in his chest.

Levi stayed outside for a few minutes before sauntering back into the house, and pacing back through his tornado. All of the pictures of the two of you had been placed face down, or turned to the wall - this he figured was your doing. The stupid figurines you'd bought, at the con he took you to over the summer, were starkly absent from their shelves. Your toiletries, which he always bugged you to put away, were also missing from the second bathroom.

Levi stopped as he approached the door to your shared bedroom. He didn't want to admit it, to see it – to know that this was real. He didn't want to see your clothes missing from the drawers and closet. He didn't want to see the empty spaces where your dirty colourful shoes were supposed to be next to his sleek black ones. He didn't want to see your empty CD rack, or bare bedside table. It was painful enough when he passed by the key holder in the foyer and finally noticed the missing set of car keys.

Slowly, Levi stepped through the doorway. Glancing around, he saw that all of his fears were true. Not even your alarm clock stood on your nightstand. Gradually, Levi made his way to where he'd thrown the clothes from the drawers and closet. Yours were nowhere among them, just like your shoes were absent from the armoire.

Save for the pictures, the attic, and then emptiness in his chest...

... it was like you'd never touched his house to begin with.

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"These walls are hiding things from me 

And faintly calling out my name..."