There are those moments in life where we go through depression. Don't deny it. We all go through depression. But what do we do with it? Do we pick ourselves back up, or allow it to drag us down? And what is the source of this depression? Perhaps it is the past, something that holds us down as we drown in regret. But what is it that has us so empty that we literally fight to keep ourselves from drowning?
Levi was about to figure that out...
...
At first glance, one would not think anything was wrong with Captain Levi. He was rather well known for his dark and brewing nature, and people knew better than to say otherwise. But upon further inspection, one would notice how Levi seemed to change. He walked with a hunch, and had his hands clenched tightly into fists. He looked like a mess, with wrinkled clothing and sleepy eyes. He had a small trail of mucus hanging out of his nostrils, as well as tears threatening to leak from his bloodshot eyes. He appeared to limp slightly, which caused people to worry about their captain. He also seemed to be more on edge, as if he were constantly being watched.
Of course, he immediately denied everything when asked if he was hurt. He would simply scoff, and send the unlucky fellow off to clean the bathrooms. Thus, people tended to stay away from him.
But one night, as the soldier finished his cleaning duty, he started to walk back towards his room. Tired due to a long day of work, he hardly noticed the crying he heard when he passed the captain's room. But, as the crying turned to broken sobs, the soldier stopped. He slowly turned around, and creeped his way over to the captain's door. The soldier softly pressed his ear against the door, listening.
What he heard was nothing what he expected. Nothing. He didn't hear anything. Confused, the soldier slowly backed away from the door, and stared at it blankly. Gulping, the soldier raised his fist, and knocked once.
No one answered.
"C-Captain?" The soldier stammered. No one answered. The soldier sighed, and shook his head. Muttering things to himself, the soldier walked back to his own room, not noticing the small voice cry out.
"Help."
...
Levi stared at his door, hearing the soldier's footsteps leaving. Levi let out a small cry of help, but the soldier was gone. Levi whimpered, and wrapped his arms around himself. The captain wore no clothing, revealing that he had lost a large amount of muscle and weight. He heard someone call out his name, and he squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see the thing that stood just a few feet from him. He could feel it staring at him, and he could tell it was wanting him to glance up.
Could it even be called an "it"? After all, she was the woman he secretly had feelings for. But this wasn't her. No, it was something else entirely. Levi felt it lean in close, its breath caressing his face. Levi flinched, and buried his face in his arms. It was disgusting, smelling like death itself.
Perhaps it was death itself.
The thing continued to stare at him, before reaching for him. Levi felt its clammy hand touch his cheek, and his breathing became frantic. The thing rubbed his cheek for a few seconds, before raking its claws across his face. Levi clenched his teeth, but didn't dare to cry out.
"Levi..."
Levi gulped, and resisted the urge to glance up. He shook his head, and edged away.
"Don't you care about me?"
Her voice. It was her voice that was speaking to him! Levi felt the sudden urge to look up. He bit his lip, and forced his head to remain down. No. He couldn't look up. He couldn't!
"Don't you love me?"
Her heavenly voice echoed through his ears.
"Yes." He muttered. "I do love you."
"Then why won't you look at me?"
He couldn't bring himself to come up with an answer. But then he felt a hand left up his chin. Levi continued to keep his eyes shut.
"Look at me, Levi."
And he did.
Her face. That was the first thing he saw. Her beautiful face smiling softly at him. Like him, she wore no clothing, and her body shone with a spiritual glow. Levi smiled softly, and he reached for her. She grabbed hold of his hand, and led him off the bed. She stopped at the middle of the room, the smile never leaving her face. Levi reached for her again.
Her hand suddenly shot out, gripping tightly on his wrist. His eyes widened, and he glanced at her.
The look on her face was one of pure evil.
...
The next day Captain Levi was found dead in his room. At first, everyone was shocked. But from the looks of it, he had died naturally in his sleep. It was going to be sad, but they would make sure that they would fight stronger in his memory.
However, Hanji noticed something when she studied his body. There were no signs of anything that killed him naturally. That was when she noticed something that sent her in a state of fear.
Levi had died of drowning.
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