So... he wasn't evil after all.

All that time, he'd hidden his feelings from everyone.

He'd slit his wrist to punish himself for something he didn't need to.

He was bisexual.

He could say that to himself with more confidence now.

He still doubted when people spoke negatively though...

He felt so much better when Eren was with him.

Eren made him better...

He would never have guessed that the annoying brat that had watched him work for half a year, would be his boyfriend and be able to make him so much happier...

He still kept his knife.

It still met his wrist.

But not nearly as many times.

Usually he would have done it daily or every 2 or 3 days, and a week had passed since he'd confessed to Eren...

But he'd only cut once in that week when he was thinking of Farlan and Isabel again.

Even though Eren had told him it hadn't been his fault, he still blamed himself for their deaths.

That was something he feared Eren could never change.

He loved that bloody brat, he'd never loved anyone like this before.

He'd had his Uncle who then abandoned him with not so much as a goodbye.

He'd had friends that had died.

He had his adopted parents...

But none of them had made him feel this much better.

His friends had made him happy, yes, and he'd loved them, but Eren was different somehow.

Eren was special.

And Levi...

Loved him.