Levi pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, situating his car in a space and turning the key that shut off the engine. He grabbed his gym bag from the back seat, locked the car, and made his way into the building. The lobby wasn't anything extravagant, but it certainly didn't look like a shack either. It was just average, it included an office for the employees who worked with the complex's management and a few bathrooms for passerbys. It had a room similar to a family room, filled with seating and a television, along with a desk and a computer for the people who couldn't afford one in their apartment.

He nodded to the lady at the front desk as he made his way to the elevator, pressing the up button. He and Petra lived on the 5th floor, while there were 8 in total. Each floor had about 5 rooms so it wasn't the largest complex, but it worked. Levi stepped out of the way for a few people getting off the elevator, stepping inside once they'd passed. Their faces were barely recognizable, as he and Petra didn't socialize with any of their neighbors. The only time he saw the people in the apartments closest to them, was when they were getting their mail. The elevator doors opened and he stepped outside, turning to the right. Their apartment was at the end of the hallway. Levi squinted his eyes, seeing a pile of boxes right outside their apartment. What could that be? Probably just some mail, maybe some of the things I ordered off Amazon. He shrugged as he kept walking, when he realized a girl was passed out right near the boxes. What the fuck? He quickly rushed to her aide, nudging her side.

"Hello? Are you alright?" He prodded. He stooped down, hands on his knees, peering down at her.

"Mmm," Mikasa moaned, her head feeling like it was about to burst. She propped herself up, so instead of lying in the mass amount of cardboard boxes, she was sitting. "How the hell…?" Last night had been a rough one. Mikasa had been at a club with her friends, Sasha and Annie. I guess I drank one too many beers… The last thing she remembered was stumbling out of the elevator, trying to get to her apartment that morning. Mikes had been out all night and had only gotten back home at 7 am. She realized she must not have made it to her apartment after all…

"Do you need help?" Levi interrupted. Mikasa peered up at him, squinting her eyes. It was too bright in the hallway. She shook her head.

"I'll be fine," she muttered. Mikasa slowly stood up from her temporary bed of boxes. "Sorry if I crushed anything," she said, gesturing to them. Levi shrugged it off with a wave of his hand.

"It's fine, I don't even know what they are if I'm being honest. But are you sure you don't need any help? You seem like you're not feeling too well."

"No, it's really fine. But thanks. I live right across from you, actually. My name is Mikasa. I guess I'm your neighbor," she laughed, holding her hand out weakly. He smiled and took it, giving her hand a firm shake.

"I'm Levi. I live with my girlfriend, Petra. Have you two ever met?" he asked.

"No, I don't think we have. I don't really interact with any of the other people who live in the building, so I highly doubt it. Anyway, sorry to cut our meeting short, but I have a major hangover right now," drunk Mikasa didn't have a filter, "and I should really get going to my apartment. Nice meeting you though." She gave him a feeble smile and stumbled her way across the hall and into her room. Levi nodded and watched her leave, making sure she didn't somehow pass out again on her way back. When he was sure she made it into the apartment alright, he got his key out of his shirt pocket and opened the door.

"Petra! I'm home! What're all the boxes outside?" He yelled, shutting the door behind him. Levi had temporarily forgotten his apology. Petra came out of their bathroom, clearly having just gotten out of the shower. All she was wearing was a towel, and she was using another to dry her hair.

"That's all your shit." Petra turned away, starting to head to their bedroom. Or her bedroom now. Levi's face fell, the memory of the argument last night flooding back into his mind.

"Petra, look. You know I didn't mean anything I said! We don't have to do this. Please, we can forget it ever happened and I can get my things and put them back," Levi pleaded.

"No!" Petra growled. "Levi, you know this relationship has been over for a long time now. We never do anything together anymore, and things just aren't the same. I don't feel the butterflies anymore, and I know you don't either. It's time we stop hiding from the truth and actually admit it. We're not in love, and I honestly don't think we ever were." Levi wanted to tell her she was wrong, that he loved her and he always would. But part of him held back, knowing everything she said was true. He looked down at the ground, his bangs falling in his face. He shoved his hands in his pockets and whispered, "So this is it?"

Petra solemnly nodded. "I think you should go now, Levi. I'm sure you can find another place to stay for a while. But I really can't handle being with you much longer." He clenched his teeth and turned, heading back out the door and slamming it behind him. Levi kicked at his boxes of things angrily and wondered, What the hell am I going to do now?