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Levi doesn't want this. The irritating silence gnaws at him, daring him to make a move. He sits still on his bed. Their bed.
Memories of bland white walls and the sounds of beeping machines enter his mind and he tries not to remember the pale body of a once bright copper haired girl he used to love.
Levi shuts his eyes and brings his hands to the side of his head. No, the memories of them being happy together before the unthinkable happened. A terminal illness, they said. One that could not be cured, they said.
'I want you to be happy even if I'm gone.' she last said.
Tears roll down from his eyes and he breaks down in a heap on the floor. He kneels down and brings down his hands on the ground. His eyes looks dead and empty, mixed with mourning and grief, he closes them. Levi swears this isn't what he wanted.
"Why her?" He whispers.
No reply. Of course there wouldn't be one.
"Why her?!"
A fit of pure anger coursed through him and pointed an accusing finger to the ceiling as if whatever being is up there.
"If this is my punishment for all those years of blood and loss, you should have taken my life instead."
Petra was the only one who truly made him change. Who showed him the way to the light and to feel human. She was also happy most of the time. Even if she was diagnosed with the sickness. She stayed happy for him.
He grips his fists at his sides and sobs begin to rack through him. He leans downward and he doesn't care whether his forehead touches the ground, dust and grime sticking to his skin. Tears trail down his face and he wishes one thing.
"I should've died."