Lance Corporal Levi hovered over your body. It was snowing lightly, the snowflakes kissing your cold, pale face. Levi looked at you with a stoic expression.
This certain corporal, has witnessed far too many deaths to be even fazed. You looked wearily at your hopeless lover, he thought you were dead.
He was wrong, you were almost there. You refused to sleep, but the exhaustion was slowly starting to take over. Your (H/L) (H/C) was almost completely
covered with the white, icy teardrops from the sky. It was almost as if the sky was crying for Levi. Levi who couldn't feel, who couldn't even cry in your sad presence.
"Tch brat, you almost look like a celestial being."
You mentally chuckled a bit at his rude, but lovely comment. You didnt realize it, but you really did look like a goddess. A winter goddess.
By now, your hair, your cheeks, your body, and your soul were all covered in this icy pleasure.
The snow decorated you like flowers on a coffin. White roses for a white winter. Levi picked you up and wiped the rose, red blood from your face.
You were secretly grateful that he did, because this enabled you to look at him one last time through your half opened eyes. You could barely make out
what was running down his face, sweat? snow? no. They were tears. It was quite humorous that he was crying, yet his experession remained cold as ever.
You closed your eyes, not ready to go yet. In respect of his lover, and the dead, Levi carried you back to HQ. He carried you bridal-style, feeling your
resistant heart still beating. He smiled sadly, and laid you on the bed in Hanji's recovery room. Your fingertips were starting to turn purple, losing their
natural rouge color. He held your left hand and clasped it in both of his. He's so warm. Ah, this was the sight you wanted to see. A peaceful and safe Levi, a hospital bed, but the only thing missing was the child you wanted. Its alright. If he's safe, I'm safe; and with that, you fell into eternal sleep.
Levi's Perspective:
I watched her sleeping on her deathbed. Her closed eyes, pale lips, and powdered cheeks. The snow continued to sprinkle on her, veiling her (H/C).
Everyone around me in black. Her coffin, black. Her dress, black. The snow made every color stand out more, especially this color. The color of
death. I closed my eyes and thought: my winter goddess was going to send us hurricanes when she arrives in Heaven.
Those perfect lips won't ever be pink again, those piercing (E/C) orbs of hers won't ever peek through, and those cheeks like canvases won't ever be painted in rouge again.
She was so divine, so fair. She was a beauty. Colorful tears sprouted out the corners of my eyes as a I chuckled softly. I ran my hands through my crew-cut hair
in a manner of panic.
Panic. Love. Sadness. She made me feel, then she left.