It Hurts. (Levi x Reader One-Shot)

"Captain," I say quietly, shakily, looking down at my knees and watching my hot tears drip onto the cold concrete floor, "I don't know what to do."

I peak up at him through my wet eyelashes, and see him looking down at me. His face softens.

"Mourn your friends."

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After a traumatic experience of watching your comrades die in front of you, saying you're shaken up is an understatement. You need someone to talk to. And you just happen to stumble upon that person when you need them the most.