"…That she was going to devote herself to you…"
Why couldn't I look away?
Levi was not a man who so openly expressed his emotions, but that by no means indicated a lack of feeling.
He felt.
He could feel, at least as far as he was aware.
But in that moment his feelings had been completely enveloped by numbness incomparable to anything he had ever felt before.
Why couldn't he look away?
He could describe Petra as nothing more than a beautiful, fleeting moment that had withered almost the moment she had blossomed.
Had he loved her? He wasn't sure. Although, he was sure her presence elicited warmth within him. Was that enough? Could that be considered love or mere infatuation?
Again, he wasn't sure.
With half lidded eyes he stared out beyond the horizon and thought of her, thought of them.
He felt warm, unfamiliar tears trickle down his cheeks, and let out a breathless gasp at the feeling of them. How long had he been holding these in?
He pondered the thought for a moment, before setting his glance down towards the ground, letting the liquid stray from his face and make a new path to the floor.
Once more his gaze flickered upwards, the traitorous tears ending their spree.
His lips fell agape as he thought of the right words to say, to Petra's memory.
He paused momentarily and the only thing that managed to fall from his tongue was;
"…Sorry."