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Valentine's Special - Levi

A small sliver of sunlight had ever so slightly started to summit the spherical spread of Earth's green-and-blue patterned blanket, softly shining with pale sandy saturation, staining the world with its wondrous supply of subtle saffron scintillas. The late winter had seemingly seamlessly sorted into a later season. The amount of spring buds beginning to sprout all throughout the tinted space was sheerly insurmountable, and already had such plants brought with them beauteous bursts of color in an otherwise gray-washed world. No place was immune to the inklings of spring spread across landscape after landscape.

Open windows, terraced with white doilies and engravings, held small annual flowers perked up at the new prospect of illumination, bathing in the light that was once so lost. The same phenomenon crept into the building itself, a small apartment flat, not poor nor great by any feasible measure, but with just the right amount of love put into every corner that an undeniable sense of coziness had permanently settled within the air. Faint aromas of floral scents floated finitely ephemeral alongside it. The sun seemed to have melded with the wind - breezes brought in sunlight, and rays brought in sweet scents; the two one and inseparable.

Almost unnoticeably still, situated in one of the farthest corners of the main room, sat the figure of a gentle frame. Even in the darkest of recesses the sunlight systemized to touch your back.

You took time enough to turn around and witness the wonderful myriad of spring onset, but you couldn't help and tear your gaze away. Something felt so fundamentally wrong with such a spectacular spectacle of sounds and sights and smells externally when inside was nothing but a concrete chaos. It sat like a rock in the back of your mind - one that grew each and every time you glanced back at your computer, as though your mind an unpaved sidewalk and your thoughts the unskilled supplier of needed substances, pouring down the heavy weight of the metals too quickly and too scaldingly hot for you to even begin and endeavor to sift through them. The last hope of thinking rationally had faded when the last drop of hot liquid had evaporated from the newly-paved walkways of your mind. It was solid and stoic, unchanging and unmoving, no matter how hard you hoped and tried and wished and cried.

The time was only 7:00.

And yet somehow, those simple electric numbers jumped out at you as though vicious beasts. They clawed at your mind and ripped at your heart, breathing oxygen into the slight flames that had begun to lick at the sides of your head and fanning them into a full-fledged fire of loss. What were you to do? What were you supposed to do? What was anyone supposed to do in such a situation as yours?

Upon even the slightest of reflection without any added insight it all seemed silly. It was simply going to be a day of you and your boyfriend of five years continuing on their not-quite-hangouts and not-quite-dates, the silence implying all that wasn't said by either of you. Of course it was Valentine's Day - so something special was bound to occur - at least, that was initially what you'd thought.

The first Valentine's the two of you had spent together had been no different than any other day - quite literally. Levi mentioned nothing of the importance of the date, nor did he say or do anything to indicate even the most basic of acknowledgement that it was the most romantic holiday to ever materialize. Initially you hadn't been sure what to do. So often that was the case with him, though - a lack of emotion meant a lack of knowledge to you, and what you did right versus wrong in his mind was never put to surface. You hadn't wanted to chance anything then. Thus, you'd played along.

The second, things were slightly different. The presence of Valentine's Day was undeniable, proven by the fact that the two of you had accompanied one of Levi's coworkers, Erwin, on a sort of 'double-date' with him and his girlfriend. The restaurant picked was fancy and well-furnished, and, however foolish, you'd carried with you a small flicker of hope that maybe something new would happen. Of course, it was what you'd presumed it to initially be - foolish, and nothing more. While Erwin and his date delighted in laughter, you and Levi sat in silence, somewhere along the spectrum of your usual comfortable quietude and disgruntled solitude.