Eren lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was pitch black and the bleak silence was deafening. There was not the usual dim light from Levi's phone to his right on the other bed nor the comforting sound of his quiet breathing or the occasional rustle of sheets as Levi shifted on top of his bed. The clean smell that Eren loved was no longer there, but that didn't mean the room or Levi were any less clean... The smell had just been smothered by another scent. A smell that made Eren feel sick because of what he knew it was and what it was doing to his room-mate. The strong, musky smell of nicotine. It was 2am and Eren couldn't sleep, he just stared blankly at the ceiling. It was the 10th of December, the night was dark and cold and the scent of incoming snow was in the crisp winter air, yet Levi was nowhere to be seen... But Eren knew exactly where he was. The ravenette had also picked up another habit: Drinking. Eren had seen him come back sometimes looking a mess with dark circles round his eyes and he could see that he was obviously stoned. So... Levi was cutting, smoking and drinking away his feelings... Or at least trying to. Eren knew that these things couldn't actual get rid of Levi's feelings, they would only cover them up or ease them for a short period of time before making them worse again. Was this going to be it for Levi? Eren knew that this was eventually going to kill him if he carried on and never stopped. He knew that if Levi carried on, he would get killed by the things he was doing. He knew he would lose him. Eren barely saw him anymore and when he did he was either having a hangover, smoking, cutting or silent and wouldn't speak to him. Maybe he had already lost him. He was just waiting for the inevitable final blow that one two many puffs on a cigarette would deliver, one too many drinks could cause, one cut too deep could induce. A tear slid from Eren's bright green eye down his cheek as he lay there. Levi was tearing himself apart piece by piece, and Eren could do nothing but sit and watch from the sidelines as Levi slowly killed himself. When it came to Levi, Eren was useless. He was just a spectator. A spectator watching a losing fight from behind the safety of unbreakable, soundproof glass, unable to interfere or protect the player, all words unheard. It was Levi versus his addictions now... And the addictions were winning. Eren was waiting for the day the scoreboard would read the words: Game over.
(A/N:) Hey everyone, I am SO sorry that I haven't uploaded, the Christmas Holidays have finished so now I have much less time to upload ;-; Sorry this chapter happened to be such a short one too... I hope you all had a happy New Year and thank you very much for reading! :) Bye!