Even humanities strongest will fall

Chapter 7

Levi's POV
Eren? Why did I want that brat to stay with me? Do I have feelings for him? Maybe? No levi u can't think that ur his superior! Besides it's weird ur 35 and the kids 15 it's illegal! Why does it feel so right?
He was a good kid though even after he'd seen his mom eaten, countless friends murdered and have the burden of being humanities last hope on his shoulders. The brat had spirit and I liked that.

Weeks later.
Knock knock
"Come in" i said as the door opened "hey corporal how r u feeling?" Eren asked sweetly. "I'm good thx" I replied groggily as I'd only just woken up. "Here u go" he said and placed a newspaper on my lap and poured me a cup of tea. "Thank u" I said taking the cup when mikasa burst in startling me but I kept a straight face. "Ik it you've been sneaking off in the mornings to visit the shrimp!" She exclaimed making me nearly choke on my tea.

"What?" I choked and coughed. Eren took my cup and placed it on the side before thumping me on the back gently yet firmly. I thanked him and looked to mikasa who was pissed as anything "go I'll be fine Eren" I said shoeing them out the room.
Ah peace and quiet. Wonder what the headlines are today. I opened my newspaper and looked threw it. Captain Ackerman unfit to service he should be laid off. I growled how dare they I'm fine I just need some rest. "Hey captain shorty!" I heard hange scream as she entered.
"Yea shitty glasses?!" I said annoyed and continued to read "oh so you've seen the papers headlines" she asked "mhmm" I murmured not really in the mood for talking
"Take a load of this" she said handing me a news article
Levi Ackerman suicide attempt
Man 1: can't take it just end it. Go get eaten by a titan that's the use they'd get out of him.
Man 2:the guys a hypocrite just cause his mommys dead doesn't mean he gets to just end it all.
I growled "hange out" I ordered she made a small squeak and ran out. I sighed and stood up taking my morphine lead off. Maybe their right I'm no good. My mental Heath is as good as gone.
I walked into the bathroom in my room and turned the light on. I moved my hair out the way to show a scar from where I the bullet had been removed and they closed it. My skull was still repairing itself so the slighted touch made it ache. "Why am I alive? I have nothing to live for?" I whispered and picked up a scalpel I'd been hiding.

I started to paint a picture but this picture had a twist the brush was a blade and the canvas was my wrist.

(An: sorry I had to put that rhyme into it)