"Isabel and Farlan."

The two people he cared about most, murdered within a blink of an eye, while he watched the bloodshed unfold. The only words he could mutter was of how much regret he felt after, binging on drugs to help relieve the pain.

"Regret," I repeat those words, slowly speaking each syllable. It was as if the feeling was completely new to me. Maybe it was.

"Have you never felt it?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at my lack of "life" knowledge.

"I… don't know," I answer truthfully.

"It's when you've done something that you couldn't ever forgive yourself for," he says solemnly. "And every waking moment, that's all I feel."

"I'm sorry" was all I could say, not wanting to pretend like I knew.

I step onto the pavement, immediately greeted by an irritated Levi. Between his lips was a cigarette, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulders.

"Tch. You're late," he growls, chucking the heavy bag unexpectedly.

"I had some business to take care off," I say annoyed. "And get rid of the cig, your breath stinks of smoke."

Levi glares, but tosses the cigarette on the floor and takes the fire out with one scrape on his shoe. "Let's go. Don't get lost, I'm not your damn mother."

The duffel bag in my grasp carried an order of drugs for a specific person. Levi was in the criminal business, which I never approved of, but I felt the need to follow his footsteps, and so I did, hesitantly.

He pauses for a moment when we come across a ratty looking house, fitting the exact description of a drug-addicted user. It took me all my courage to come here, and I wasn't backing down now.

"Hand me the bag," he whispers, motioning me with his empty hand.

I gulp, tightly holding onto the bag before finally letting go.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Levi," I warn, watching as he knocks on the rusty door.

"Idiot, just do as I say."

The door swings open in a mere seconds, revealing a man with a bad choice of clothes. He wore a brown parka too big for his size, and a dusty pair of jeans. He was the ideal kind of potential customer: someone who had no willpower at all.

"You must be Levi Ackerman," he cheers, raising his thick eyebrows. "So, do you have them?"

Before Levi could properly respond, there was a faint echoing of the dreaded sirens. There were multiple cars, and maybe even a helicopter. The cops sure do make a big deal about drug dealing.

"Let's get out—" The parka man emptied a pistol from his pockets, aiming it directly towards Levi, and staring right into my eyes with a look of justice.

"Levi and Viola, you are both under arrest for the possession of illegal drugs."

Was it over? Levi and I, soon to be locked in a prison cell, for who knows how long?

"Run!" Levi yells, pushing me aside and dodging a shot of the gun, as I ran into the pile of bushes and trees.

"Get them!" Someone screams, as I tumble down a hill from out of nowhere.

Bruises covering me from top to bottom, I was surrounded by broken twigs and fallen leaves, alone in the darkness with nothing but anxious curiosity of where Levi could be.

I stood up, limping as I made my way to what seemed like the way out, away from the flashing lights and police sirens.

Where is Levi? A voice pounds in my head, nagging me about it.

"I'm sure he's fine," I croak, telling myself what I knew was a bunch of lies.

When the rain started to pour, I found myself internally screaming to myself, going from barely walking to running at a fast pace. I wanted to get away safely, even if it meant leaving Levi.

But I didn't.

I picture him being shot. Bullets soaring from every corner, piercing his body until he dropped dead. "He's a heartless criminal" they would say. And he was, but he was also a human being, and I hated that no one knew that he was no different from everyone else.

I muster up all the courage I had and stop, turning my back towards the anticipated exit. The taste of iron blood filling up everywhere in my mouth, my sore muscles crying out to my brain, my instincts telling me to leave Levi. I stubbornly ignored all of them.

When I arrive, he was nowhere to be found amongst the crowd. He had to be dead, and it was all my fault.

I'm too late.

I broke down and started to cry, unable to care less about the never-ending rain soaking all my clothes.

Is this what regret feels like, Levi?