Levi couldn't concentrate on what Erwin was saying. Something about Titans and strategy and what not. Even with Erwin sitting there talking to him, Levi still felt empty. Like someone had scooped out his chest and buried it.
"Levi," Erwin said.
"Yeah?" Levi replied, looking at the blond man.
"Go to sleep. It's late, and I can tell I'm getting nowhere talking to you."
"Yes sir."
Levi lay in his bed, tossing and turning, alternatively staring into the dark recesses of his room and out the window at the night sky. His heart ached and burned, and he was sure it was leaving scars in his soul. He felt a sigh beside him, the warm breath raising the hairs on his neck. His chest moved a little faster with the combination of a racing heart and uneven breath as he turned to gaze at the boy beside him.
Eren lay facing Levi, bright emerald eyes snapping, tanned skin bleached in the starlight, brown hair turning into ebony.
"Levi," the boy murmured, pulling the older man into his arms.
"Eren," Levi replied, burying his face in the teen's chest, inhaling the younger's scent like it was his oxygen.
"Levi, I love you," Eren whispered into his lover's ear, stroking up and down Levi's back.
"Eren, oh Eren, I feel so alone," Levi sobbed into Eren's chest, clutching at the fabric of the boy's shirt.
"Why, Levi?" Eren asked, tilting Levi's head up to his, eyes sparkling.
"I'm so alone. I'm so broken. I'm so unstable. I'm so unloved," Levi gasped to the boy.
"Oh Levi," Eren murmured. He took the older's head in his hands and gently kissed Levi's lips. Sweet and gentle, it stole Levi's breath.
"Levi, why would you feel that way? I'm right here with you," Eren murmured into Levi's mouth.
Levi pulled back and stared hungrily at the boy, as if memorizing every feature. He then kissed the boy again, commiting to memory everything he felt, saw, tasted, smelled, touched of Eren.
"Because you're not really with me."
Levi's eyes opened smoothly to a stone ceiling, illuminated by the starlight coming through the window. His lips, skin, nose, eyes, and ears all tingled with Eren's touch. He turned his head to the side to see that he was, indeed, correct. The bed was empty save Levi and the sheets and blankets. Eren wasn't there. Eren was dead. Levi turned into his pillow, sensations of his dream fading. Heart breaking for the umpteenth time, soul burning, eyes stinging, Lance Corporal Rivaille cried into his pillow, mourning his Eren and wishing he'd died as well, so he wouldn't have to always endure this cold that continuously shrouded him. Wouldn't have to always feel this sadness. Wouldn't always have to feel alone and unloved.
I wrote this in one of my bouts of intense heartache and loneliness. Sorry if there are tears :P