Cool tears dipped onto his face. They ran down his burning cheeks and left thin trails in the crimson smeared across his skin. The hand buried in his hair tugged sharply. He felt more hair tear out of his aching scalp. He would be bald by forty because of this. If he lived that long.
"It's your fault you heartless bastard." The girl above him hissed.
He wanted to reply. To tell her how sorry he was, how much it hurt him too. He wanted to tell her about the white hot agony he felt durring his waking moments, and about the torture that his mind inflicted durring sleep. He couldn't bring himself to eat. He could barely sleep, not that he wanted to anyway. Everything hurt and he wanted desprately to tell her all of this. But he couldn't. Not when he knew that her agony easily dwarfed his own.
"You deserve this." She growled.
"I know." It surprised him how steady his voice was.
"You deserve to die." Her voice was steadily rising.
"I agree." His was steadily dropping.
"You killed him!" She screamed, bringing her bloody sword to his throat.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"He didn't deserve to die!" She cried, hot tears pouring down her face.
"No, he didn't." He felt his lips move but heard no sound.
The sharp blade burned his skin and he felt hot blood trickle down his neck. It tickled his skin, a brilliant contrast to the firey agony that filled his body. It felt almost foreign to him.
The dark eyes above him closed and he watched her take several deep, calming breaths. "No," she breathed. "Not like this."
He felt something beging to rise inside him and he couldn't tell if it was hope or disappointment. She opened her eyes again and stared into his own. Her eyes burned like fire and he briefly feared for her sanity.
"No," she continued, her voice sounding dangerously calm. "No, I want you to suffer."
He felt the blade leave his throat. His eyes remained locked with her's. The fire burned hotter. It consumed her like dry tindling in a fire. He watched her rise, lifting her bloody sword into the air.
"Armin told me that if I did this I would be dooming the human race." She smiled sadly. "Maybe I am. Maybe it was doomed the moment you took away humanity's hope. I wouldn't care either way."
Pain exploded in his chest. He choked on his own blood. Her eyes remained locked with his. The fire was dying, leaving behind an aching emptiness. She slumped against her sword.
"At least," she whispered sadly, her voice breaking. "He won't have to deal with me bothering him anymore."
Fire burned in his chest as she freed her sword. He'd expected this.
"I'll see you in hell Levi," she said casually.
He watched her drive the blood soaked blade into her chest. Fresh tears flowed down her face and blood leaked from her mouth. She collapsed forward and the hilt of her sword dug into his impaled chest. He didn't feel the pain and felt the same unknown emotion begin to rise up again.
"I'm going to miss him," she mumbled, sobbing weakly as her life drained away.
He closed his eyes. "Me too."
AN: I am so disgusted with myself. Please forgive me.