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Levi was depressed. And he had been that way for exactly a year now. He used to be married and completely in love with the beautiful Petra Ral. Nobody had ever expected it. Nobody had ever expected the cold, unemotional Levi to fully open up and whole heartedly love someone.

He had been married to Petra for 3 wonderful years. She had been his girlfriend on and off during high school, and they'd found each other again after collage and fallen back in love. Levi wasn't even sure he'd ever fallen out of it. He remembered the night he had proposed as if it was yesterday. It was late november and the first snow of the year had just started falling down in cold, heavy snow flakes. Within minutes the ground was covered in inch deep white snow. Levi had bought a ring only three days ago, and he was still fretting over whether proposing was the right thing to do or not. Levi was so afraid. Afraid of being rejected. But in the end, after a lot of convincing from his best friends Isabel and Fralan, he'd finally proposed. He recalled the look on Petra's face as he pulled out the ring, the joyful tears running down her flushed cheeks and he slipped it on her finger.

Levi cringed painfully at the memory running his long, slender fingers through his tangled black hair, of which Levi had not brushed nor washed for about a week now, sipping on his vodka. He never found any motivation to do anything. Fralan took care of him most of the time. But since Petra left he'd frozen him out too. Eventually he'd wormed his way through his shell of course, but Levi still wasn't very 'warm' with him, much less with anyone else. He had went back to they way he was when Fralan had found him. Cold. Stonehearted. And the only emotions ever to cross his senses were anger, annoyance, and sadness, followed by so many more Levi couldn't even explain. He felt so alone. He knew Fralan was there for him, trying his best to help him. But he didn't understand. And Levi didn't know how to explain it. But now it didn't matter anymore. Isabel and Fralan had moved to Italy merely six months ago, to get married and build a family and thus, Levi was abandoned again.

His whole life he'd been alienated. When he was 12 he'd been kicked out by his parents for dealing drugs. He didn't understand back then. Nobody had ever told him the causes of these pills he sold and bought. The hallucinations, the voices telling him it was okay, how light he'd felt, like all of his problems where a heavy weight that had been lifted off of him.

But all good comes to an end. His parents had found the money. They wondered where he'd gotten it. Levi answered honestly. He'd been selling pills at school. He was proud of the money he was bringing in, thinking it was something good. Thinking that is would help his family. But his parents were far from proud. His father was outraged. He had beat Levi. Hard. Hard enough to leave scars that still remained on Levi now, reminding him of his horrifying, tragic past.

Levi subconsciously let his fingers brush over the scar on his cheek, remembering. Taking a slow, deep drag of his cigarette, he remembered the tears in his mothers eyes, and how she'd looked at him, as if he were some sort of beast. No one had ever seemed to understood the tragedy known as Levi's childhood. No one except Petra.

After his parents disowned him, he'd been shipped off to his aunt and uncle in france. He didn't know them at all, and he definitely didn't know the language they spoke. But they all tried their best. Levi caught on to french quickly enough, and they made sure Levi stayed away from drugs. And without his only escape, life became a living hell. All the problems he had to deal with. The emptiness in his heart, the feeling that he was some sort of a mistake. He was convinced he wasn't needed. The scar in his heart caused by the harsh words of his parents disowning him, his father yelling about what a disgrace he was, how he wasn't worthy of this family, was a scar he knew would never heal.

When he was 15 he was thrown out by his aunt and uncle for prostitution. By now Levi knew fully well what he was doing. He had found himself a new drug. He had found a new addiction. Levi knew it was wrong. But it was his only lifeline. The thin shreds of rope he was desperately clinging onto. They sent him back to america where he was taken in by a large family. They already had three kids, two of them, twins, a year younger than Levi, and one of them older. Levi never payed much attention to the twins but found himself strangely attracted to the older male. He had a strange undercut, the sides of his head covered in buzzed brown hair, and on top of his head the hair grew gorgeously blonde. His face was what seemed like perfect architecture. Beautiful sharp cheekbones, high on his cheeks, straight white teeth, and magnificent blue eyes. His eyebrows, on the other hand, where slightly off, being as majestic as they where, perched high on his forehead. It didn't matter if you where gay or not, Erwin Smith was hands down handsome. Levi eventually found himself growing closer and closer to Erwin, and soon enough they were best friends. Well, Levi wasn't really capable of having friends, but if Erwin had to be categorized, he'd be what they call, a friend.