One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Relive [Levi | Reader | Modern AU! | Drabble]

(Y/N), stay with me...

There was noise, there were cars, a lot of them, sounds were all over me, drowning me. I was running all of a sudden and then... then there were you.

And it all went away.

...

I open my eyes and look at the same, old, white ceiling I've been staring at my whole life. I panic and I realise I'm sweating a second before I jolt up and out of bed. I look at the clock on the wall, it says it's still early morning, but I know that can't be true. My eyebrows furrow as I make a sprint for the window, but I trip into the lazy ginger cat that had somehow snuck into my room again.

I crash face first into the wall and for some very strange reason, I know this has happened before. I expect a groan from myself and that is exactly what I get. A second later however, you appear too.

You call my name and I'm suddenly confused.

This has happened, I tell myself.

But it's impossible, so I brush it away. I straighten up as much as I can in my morning state and open the window. When I look out, there you are, less than three feet away from me, staring at my terrible form from your own window. The fact that our houses are just so close to each other is truly lucky, isn't it?

I greet you, you give me a small micro smile while pointing out with slight worry the bump that has already formed on my forehead and I brush it off while asking you out for a coffee later on. You agree. I am suddenly becoming aware of my own actions - didn't I do this yesterday as well? 

I'm confused, but the small-talk you decide to engage me in during your morning routine makes me smile and listen to your blabbering about your ungrateful coworkers, bratty subordinates and the shitty cashiers at the bank you have visited the day before yesterday.

As I tell you 'bye' and 'have a safe trip', I feel strange - I feel familiar, well, not that this isn't my body or something, I just feel a deadly deja-vu of kinds. I brush it off and continue doing what I have to do. I never notice I don't change the callendar date like I do every other day, but there is not even a need to.

...

My friends are acting funny, and not in the nice way - they're saying the same old jokes, doing the same things, bringing me the same places. I suddenly feel a bit more self-conscious.

Why did I choose these clothes this morning? I did wear them yesterday, too.

Why was my order in the coffee shop the same as yesterday even though I kinda hate it? I really dislike whipped cream, but the guy on duty messed-up my order.

Why is my best friend acting like she doesn't remember we actually did all of those things already? Strange, right? I mean, it was all her idea yesterday as well.

One thing makes me snap out of my idiocy and oblivion.

And that thing is you.

More particularly the call I get from you at exactly 16:37 in the afternoon. Strangely enough it's the exact time you called yesterday too and when I check my calls, I realise - yesterday is today.

I panic, I know something bad happened and I call back my memories of the so-supposed yesterday. Why am I here again? Is this a second chance or a double torture?

Can I even change it? Despite the answer, I am going to try.

I'll definitely stay by your side...

...

... but if I don't, you'll still love me...

You give me a small smile as I tell you I like you, changing up a bit the fateful last day I was to relive with you. I want to stay here longer, tell you how much I love you for forever, not go now. I want to tell you, too, but I doubt you'll take me seriously as I'd wish for you to.

So I wait.

I wait for the time you're supposed to go to that store in the middle of the night, I wait for the drunkard that is going to hit me full force as I call out to you. It's late when I think of a solution which is to give you what you would supposedly need from the store, but I realise I don't have the thing in possession myself.

So instead, I decide to go over to your place through my window and spend my last minutes talking to you, making jokes and staring at your gorgeous face as much as I can. I smile to my best abilities when you crack a shit-joke or two and to tell you, I wish I hadn't noticed so late, but I think I'm just so in love with you and everything you are. Because you are beautiful. Beautiful to the core and I wish to share it with you, so you can not just be, but also feel that way.

I wish to survive today and I wish to not break your heart the same way I did last time. I don't want you to suffer, I don't want to see you cry or lose another person you consider important. I can't let you break even more.

I stay inside. When you ask for that thing and see it's not here, you look at me with a small furrow of your eyebrow and say you'll be back in a few minutes. Traffic isn't supposed to be heavy at midnight, but who knows what people have to do? They are in their cars, driving left and right, going places and I can't do anything about it even if I want to.

You put on a light top, slip inside your shoes, give me a crooked smile before leaving and take your money and keys with you. 'Come back quick.' are the words I say as you close the door. I decide to stay inside.

That will prevent me from dying, right?, I think feverishly as the time closes in on both of us.

You're still not back from the store about a minute before the fateful moment and I suddenly wonder - who will that drunk guy hit with his truck if not me?

My eyes widen in horror as I realise the twisted reality of the situation and I rush towards the door with everything I have. I can already hear honking down the street.

I want to save you, I think, I scream mentally as I see you on your way to cross the street. Unfortunately, another thing I see is the bright red truck nearing in on us.

Time is ticking by.

It's slipping between my fingers and I can feel it as my lungs wheeze painfully in my chest.

The choice is break you or let you die and break myself and as selfish as I am, I prefer to take away your mentality rather than your life despite the torture it's going to put you in.

I spring out on the street and a second before all and everything stops, I get a glance at your surprised and yet ever so heartbroken face and I think, god, I had to save you from the very start, did I not?

I can't say that I have time to give you a bittersweet smile before the truck's front slams into my body and I lose all my senses, but I can proudly state that I'd die a million times for you. The guy who already heard my last words as they lay on his wrist, the guy whose last words lay on mine. The words that were never to be pronounced. In front of me at least.

... right, Levi?