Ghost From The Past {Levi x Reader}

Chapter 9 - My Head Seriously Hurts

I was sitting next to Eren in the hotel's cafeteria - a nice place that reminded me of a highschool canteen which just filled me and my best friend with dread on the topic of its food's quality, which by the way turned out way better than anticipated. What however didn't turn out way better than anticipated was the supposed drop of Eren's level of worry on the topic of my earlier fit.

I couldn't tell him the exact reason for it because I myself didn't know it. It was the first time something had been so intense. Sure, the usual flashbacks gave me a headache and made my chest swell unpleasantly with a bad feeling but this was the point I could be called nuts and I wouldn't have argued all too much. The moment was still like a terrible giant splatter of pain in my memory, not to mention it let me unravel all this mystery around ghost Levi's previous mistakes.

It wasn't that big of a surprise to hear that it had happened once, but all other times after that as well? It was a bit hard to digest that all my previous reincarnations had killed themselves early on in life and he had had to keep waiting for the next one.

More so, I was still processing all the information I'd suddenly been burdened with. I understood ghost Levi tried to hide the whole suicidal thing from me, but why did he lie to me about the mission we had to perform as well? It was obvious by now that we'd been lovers, maybe. I still had no solid proof on the matter but I did know the feelings had been mutual though something was preventing their fruition.

So, basically now I had to match-make myself with Levi Ackerman - the guy whose face I had screamed in not to fucking touch me mere hours ago. He probably thought I was crazy. Not to mention the whole situation was rather humiliating for myself - I would've been better off getting through it on my own and waking up on the bathroom floor two hours later, but now I had to sit just a table away from the person who saw me clinging to the toilet whilst convulsing, who by the way I had to make my boyfriend so his original ghost could finally fucking pass on?

Yeah, I was having a great time emotionally.

And Eren's constant questions on the topic of my state weren't helping.

"I've told you I'm okay, Eren. Please stop worrying, it was nothing." I assured for the umpteenth time that evening, which was quite tiring if I had to admit so myself. It took me a considerable amount of persuasion and screaming to coax the brunet into letting me leave our room - it was actually a surprise that he hadn't yet made me lie back and started inspecting every nook and cranny of my body whilst questioning me like a psychotherapist about my emotions, if I had nightmares or what I thought of myself.

"(Y/N), I may not favour Levi but he doesn't benefit from lying and the way he described you honestly doesn't help me to stop worrying." Eren argued from the spot next to me and I could sense his eyes weren't the only ones set on me.

I knew Levi was watching me - probably on the lookout for another fit or something, but also because of the fact I'd called him 'Corporal' - a mistake made when reality and a certain flashback became too mashed for me to differentiate between them. So now he had his proof that I was a connectioner (and if not else at least had flashbacks about us) - but it was yet to be set in stone since I hadn't vocally confirmed it and I didn't plan to.

"Well, he might've just wanted to get a kick from it. I was fine - I got a headache and I guess I was too hungry so my stomach started to rebel. There was no convulsing or delusions." I objected stubbornly, trying to reason as calmly as possible but the fact I was lying wasn't making it easier for me. I also knew Levi was listening, or at least could hear me if he wanted to, so I made sure to make it sound extra believable.

Eren's furrowed eyebrows were enough to let me know he was nowhere near buying all the bullshit I was spilling, but the look of defeat in his eyes (and the sigh that followed close after) told me he was done trying to win the argument. I was willing to leave it at that so I just transfixed my gaze to the food standing on the table in front of me and tried not to seem guilty as I poked around at it with my fork.