Death.
It was a very simple thing, actually. The concept of it was so straightforward that no one would even care if you discussed it for days on end. Yes, death had been and still was a completely normal aspect to ponder about and eventually experience.
He's gone.
People died every single fucking day. But why did it matter so much when he had died? Levi simply couldn't fathom why it caused him so much pain and misery. He had seen many, too many, people, get eaten alive by the Titans. Those filthy monsters. He had been forced to watch his comrades get shamelessly devoured, ripped in half, torn apart; each of them, one by one. But it didn't make sense. It just didn't.
I can't...
Levi still remembered the day his entire squad died. That day when they were murdered mercilessly by the mysterious Female Titan; Annie. He still never understood her motive. What pathetic fucking reason did she have that forced her to do that? To commit so much unwanted slaughter? When Levi's comrades died, it caused him to feel what seemed to be endless hours of misery and undesirable pain. But this hurt more.
No...
It had hurt him more when he had discovered his limp, lifeless body laying peacefully in the grass.
Why…?
He stared helplessly at the green-eyed corpse resting softly in the clearing, disconnected from the the rest of the world, gone. His face wore a calm expression, as if he had been satisfied with his last breaths before he had died.
Please… This can't be happening. It's just a nightmare. This isn't real.
But Levi was fully aware that what he was witnessing was the merciless, unchanging reality. Fresh tears unconsciously rolled down his pale face, still frozen from shock and disbelief. Levi slowly leaned down and hugged the lifeless body tightly. The only person that he had loved was dead. Gone.
"Why did it have to be you, Eren… of all people?"