Covered Eyes (No Name Levi X Eren)

Chapter 27 ~ Stay Close

I don't fall asleep after that. I lie there awake for at least an hour, all the while something telling me something was off. Probably about Eren's case. So I gently remove myself from the bed and walk to the living room.

Of course I check my home as I do, making sure that no uninvited guests have shown up. After the incident at the hotel, I'm a little on edge. I don't want Eren getting hurt, let alone killed. Seeing that no one is here, I glance to the computer, a million questions swirling in my head.

Why? Is my main question, why go after the Jaegers? Why hunt for Eren still? Then it switches to what. What did they want? What is so important about the key? What does it open? Now it's how. How do they plan on getting him? How do we all connect?

“Breathe,” I softly remind myself before I make myself have a panic attack.

Not many people know that about me, but I get overworked with emotions sometimes, mine and others. I do my best to hide it with a tough exterior, but on my own, alone, I break down sometimes. The stress of everything topples onto me when I'm in the comfort of my home. It feels like I'm spinning, about to get sick and struggling to breathe.

All that's happened, the worry I've built up over Eren, the pressure of digging up old memories, my chest is feeling tight. I can't let Eren see me like this, or the others. Most nights I can get through it on my own, but after a tour, it's built up to this point.

Where the chilled air on my bare chest doesn't cool me down enough to keep my head straight. When I'm splashing tap water onto my face and gripping the sink side. It's not the worst I've faced.

Closing my eyes, I force myself to breathe, in then out. In, then out.

When I'm finally calm, I wipe my face and drink a glass of water, back to normal.

Eren suddenly screams “no” from my room and I'm back in the room before I could even register that I had heard him.

“Eren?” I ask, hearing the panic and terrified tone laced within as I sit back down in the bed. His tear filled eyes plead to me, begging to be released from the pain he's enduring. I pull him to me, holding him close and trying to comfort him. “Eren, what was it?”

“I-it was my parents. Wh-when-n they died.” He sobs, gripping me and crying. He's scared to death. PTSD from witnessing his parents murder, and his own attempted murder.

“It's okay,” I softly speak.

“It's not!” Eren screams. “They should still be here, it wasn't fair.” He shakes his head. “It wasn't fair I lost them both. And for what?” he hits my chest. “I can't even go back for their funeral! I'm being hunted like some dog! How am I even supposed to keep my head up?”

“Eren-”

“I feel like I'm falling apart and drowning.” His voice quakes. “L-levi… I'm so scared.”

I push his face up to mine, softly looking into his delicate eyes, wiping the tears from his eyes. “It's okay to be scared Eren. I've got you, just let it all out.” I place his head on my shoulder.

His hands shake as they touch my chest. He finally starts crying, like he should have, days ago. He hasn't had the chance to really mourn his parents, and he needs to. Sure it's not going to be so quick, but if he holds it back it'll be worse.

“I wish I could make this all go away for you. You don't deserve hell in this life.” I say, not even really thinking. I want to just erase everything he's been through.

He starts to settle down, shaking his head. “N-no I… I don't want you to,” he whimpers softly, bringing his head up and wrapping his arms around my neck. “I… I would rather be hurting in your arms, than without you.” He rests his head against my neck.

I don't even know what to say. “E-eren…”

“As much as I hate loosing my parents, I feel better with you, complete. Like a promise made right.” He grips me tighter. “I feel safe and strong with you.”

“I do too.” I softly speak, bringing my hand to his hair. “You're going to be fine.”

He nods and looks up to me, smiling gently and kissing my lips. His salty tears have coated the sides of his lips, catching my attention. I smile into the kiss and break it to rest my head against his.

“Let's get some rest.” I softly suggest.

“Only if you stay, please, I sleep better when  you're here, beside me.” He requests, as if I can refuse him.

“Of course.” I nod and we get back into bed, embraced in the others arms. We're going to get through this, get justice for his parents, closure for him.

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Might do a Valentine's special... Would y'all be interested in that??  -Venesa