Light rain pattered against the frosted window. The bleak and foggy sky giving off a somber aura. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood today, especially Lance Corporal Levi. He hated the rain. In fact, he despised it. Because every time it rained, it reminded him of that horrible, fateful day when he lost the two people who meant the most to him.
As of right now, he was leaning back against his work chair, absentmindedly staring at his now cold cup of tea. Small ripples formed on the surface whenever thunder rumbled in the distance. He loathed thinking about that day, but he couldn't help it. Graphic images clouded his mind. Farlan being picked up by the titan, Isabel's body being smashed between the two titans, the disgusting creatures eagerly watching them perish, Isabel's decapitated head...Levi had to force himself not to vomit at the thought.
He breathes heavily and shakes his head, trying to mentally erase the horrifying memory. Deciding not to focus on the negative memories, he shifts his mind to the positive, remembering all the time they spent in the Underground together, and all the good times they had. Isabel's endless joy and laughter, despite their appalling living conditions. Farlan's wisdom way beyond his years, challenging Levi's own. A faint smile paints his lips.
Lost in thought, he didn't even notice your gentle fingers tenderly knocking against his door. After several minutes of no response you decide to let yourself in, and immediately Levi's silvery orbs shoot up to meet yours. They were red-rimmed, a soft shade of purple underlining them. You quickly realized why; Isabel and Farlan.
Levi hadn't told you much about them, only that they were his friends from before he joined the Corps and that they had died on an expedition. But you could tell that they meant much more to Levi than he wanted to let on. You knew this because every time it rained, he thought of them. You had overheard him in his office one night during another thunderstorm, muttering to himself. 'I could have saved you, I could have saved you. If only I had gotten there faster you two would still be alive...' Levi had never found out you were listening, and you certainly didn't plan on telling him.
"What is it, Cadet?" His voice was thick and hoarse, like he hadn't used it in a while.
"Well, you never came to eat at breakfast, and I just wanted to see if everything was okay," you reply, slowly walking towards him. You realize the tea you gave him this morning had lost its steam, yet none of its liquid; completely untouched.
Levi heaves a sigh, steely hues landing on the endless piles of paperwork neatly stacked on his desk. "I'm fine," he mutters, refusing to look at you. He never could when he was lying. Those earnest and pleading (e/c) eyes of yours could suck the truth right out of him.
Knowing something was clearly wrong, your fragile fingers comb their way through his ebony locks, attempting to soothe him. You lean down and place your sweet rosy lips against his warm cheek, (h/c) hair brushing up against his neck. "Levi, you know you can trust me," you began. "Please, just tell me what's wrong."
It takes him a while to answer. He doesn't want to, but he knows he should. It was true that he trusted you, so he should be able to trust you with his feelings, right? Levi turns around and looks you in your bright (e/c) eyes, and expectant look on your face. "Sit," he demands, patting his thigh. You easily comply, and situate yourself on his lap, arms wrapped about his neck. He quietly observes you for a while before speaking up again, hands placed gently on your hips. "Isabel and Farlan," he bluntly states. "My two friends I told you about...I've been thinking about them." Levi stares at you, awaiting your reaction.
"Oh..." was all you could think to say. You knew Isabel and Farlan were a tender subject, and you didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"They died on a rainy day. A huge thunderstorm that just appeared out of nowhere," he informs.
'That would explain why he always thinks about them when it's raining,' you thought, but you didn't want to interrupt Levi.
He continues, "They were my closest friends, my only friends. I never cared about anyone as much as I cared about them...until you came along." He offers up a faint smirk before carrying on with his story. "You remind me a lot of her, y'know. Isabel, I mean." He tips your chin up to look at him, making sure he had your full attention. "Maybe that's what drew me to you."
You blush under his intense gaze and avert your shy (e/c) eyes from his serious grey ones. "I'm sorry about your loss, Levi," you start. "I don't know much about Isabel and Farlan, but they seemed like wonderful people." You lay your head on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him.
Levi delicately kisses your forehead. "They were. And I think if they had survived, they really would've like you, (f/n)."
Maybe one day Levi would be comfortable enough telling you the full story of the death of his two best comrades. But for now, you were content with the little information you had.
"Thank you, Levi."
But who knows, maybe you could get a little more out of him...
...the next time it rains.