𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

03

03
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What Made This Life... Different.
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And I don't smoke,
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It was coming up.
Levi clenched his mouth and stomach in unison, after he seen the furious woman storming up to him.
Vomit.
He was going to vomit with the uneasiness and his pathetic self thoughts.

What kind of an asshole gets the girl of his dreams so easily and then just BLOWS it!?
Him. He does.

And even if he had a good reason why, his whole way of going about it, could've been nicer, more redeemable than how he did.
But, he ignored her calls, her texts, the knocks at his door, and skipped school for month, how could he come back from that? He couldn't.

Maybe he would shoot up the school.

Damnit Levi, why do you have so many thoughts about killing others? It's one mistake...

The biggest mistake I've made...

She'll hate me again...

Oh no... I'll never come back from this...

What had snapped him out his angst thoughts, was the girl's soft hand, slapping him across the cheek.
It wasn't harsh, mostly because the girl's strength was nothing compared to his or his pain tolerance, still it stung. Mentally, emotionally, it stung, a lot.
In the corner of his eye, after recovering from the hit, through his rigid and jagged sweat-wet hair, he saw her eyes welling up with tears. Tears he caused.

"How— how could you!?"
She hollered, digging her nails into the inside of her palms in order to gain courage.
"W-why — why the hell did you blow me off! And go as far as to missing school for a month! You— you asshole!"

By now, Levi stood, lifeless.
He watched her, crumble beneath him, cradling herself from the pain he had caused.

"I waited hours— hours! For you to show up cause I believed in you, Levi Ack—"
"My mom died."

The crying, the wailing, the screaming, it all stopped so suddenly. Her arms dropped back to her sides.
Levi hung his head in shame.
He was mostly nonchalant, not giving two fucks, but even he, found it embarrassing. Having to admit, that his mother died to the girl he wanted so badly, yet didn't even show up to their planned date.

He was expecting to be abandoned. All alone.
Left to die... left to starve... he didn't deserve to eat after all... not if his mother couldn't cook him meals and eat beside him. He didn't want to eat.
He would be alone, like a stray black cat that supposedly brought bad luck to strangers on the street.

He saw her little platformed school shoes come into his view that was directed straight down to the ground.
His breathing hitched, the realization coming to him, a teardrop forming.
He felt her thin arms wrap around his neck, comfortingly. This, caused him to break down immensely into her arms, cuddling her into his body, as he cried into her shoulder.

Chun-Hwa gently patted his head, feeling awful at how she just acted.
"I'm sorry, Levi... when you needed me the most... I was too angry at you to care. I'm not angry anymore, I'm here for you Levi. I'm here for you."

"I know Chun-Hwa, I know."

He wasn't alone. He wasn't going to be alone. He had Chun-Hwa, who later that day, cooked him a Korean dish, he would ask her to cook for him, many times in his life.

Like many pathways in their lives, the trauma of Levi's mother dying, was one thing, that could've prevented the past from happening, it was one thing, that could've lead Levi and Chun-Hei to have a happy ending.

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"Hey Chun-Hwa, where's my tooth — ... brush."
Erwin swung around the doorframe swiftly, holding onto the railing of their stairwell.

His voice trailed off from his loud formal voice he would use in the military, to a quiet and calm one after seeing his girlfriend snuggled into her arms, face planted at the kitchen table.
He walked over to her, avoiding the creaky floor boards he knew within this house, gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning over her figure.
His ocean eyes scanned over the documents both on her MacBook, her iPhone, and not to mention the millions of neatly written notes scattered around her. Lightly, she snored, making Erwin chuckle.

"You've always hated M.L.A formatting, didn't you?"
He managed to carry her up their bedroom, where after he went back down to the kitchen, cleaning and organizing her stuff in the particular order her OCD told her to do so in.

He then, sat at the table, organizing her ideas from her finished papers onto the typed document into the desired format.
Finished, he placed her binder and laptop into her backpack, and made sure he placed her daily pack of pistachios, her favourite snack, also in her bag.
When done, he headed back up to their bedroom, cuddling into her figure, inhaling her new Dolce & Gabbana perfume she recently brought, still strong from today's wear.

Why haven't I propose to her yet?

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"I-I'm s-so-sor—"
Levi's breakfast, Chun Hwa had planned for him, served on the metal tray was flung across the room, barely missing the caretaker trembling in front of him.

The tray clattered against the wall, indenting the drywall.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHE'S NOT COMING TODAY!?"
Angrily, he kicked the table away, towards the caretaker, but due to self harm tendencies the patients had, the table was bolted to the ground. Doing less than Levi had hoped to and instead, injured his foot. He inhaled sharply, but still was more concerned on where the hell the young therapist was.

"Please calm down, Levi. She has classes today!"
Another caretaker had bursted into the room, her eyes frightened by the crazed man in front of her.

I know that look.
I've seen that look.

Levi's let a low growl out, his eyebrows twitching downward,
"No."
He said deathly, his dark grey orbs becoming even more sinister than before.
"She's on an intern. She takes care of ME!"

He tried to fight, but it ended up nowhere.
He just ended up in isolation for the day.

Rocking himself back and forth, he hugged his knees inward.
His eye-bags deeper, his eyes more sunken in the usual, not to mention swollen and red, as he cried, making his cheeks cold in the pattern his tears had fallen.
"You don't understand... she can't leave me alone...

She's the only thing that keeps me sane."