Levi x Reader Oneshots! (Requests Temporarily Closed!)

#17 Sorry

A/N: Sup guys! Guess what, I'm not dead. When was the last time I updated? JULY?! Well, RIP. Anyway, to make it up to you, I PROMISE I will update every week. Anyway, exams are coming up (arg) but I will still update. I know right, I'm crazy! Anyway, I please can't stress this enough, please give me suggestions! Like I'm a very stupid person, and I need suggestions. It could be ANYTHING. Just please, someone! Help! 

(Now enough said, enjoy!)

You were thinking about Levi Ackerman again. Though you tried to keep your mind of the raven haired boy, you couldn't help but have those glorious moon coloured eyes pierced into your mind. 

You walked over to the window. Droplets of rain hurdled themselves towards the glass, before marching themselves down the window sill. Gazing out, you took time to reflect on your rural surroundings. A lot has happened after those ten years after you met the love of her life. After having been married Levi, moving to the rural country to get away from those glaring looks given by unappreciative bastards, even you couldn't deny, the feeling washed over you right now was... refreshing.

You had always hated the old-fashioned house, with the fireplace so old and crippled, it no longer could bare the capacity to have smoke bellowing from it, no more. Having Levi out the house, tending to livestock, the house only encouraged her tendency to feel lonely. 

Then you saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of no other then Levi Ackerman.

You gulped, glancing at your own reflection. Your frame had grown petite, your eyes hallow of life, your skin peeling off by the hundreds. Your eyes dropped with fatigue and your stomach roared for food. When was it the last time you ate? Yesterday, or last week. How long has it been?

The rain hammered like a roaring army, making Y/N doubtful. Levi usually only came home after dusk, and awoke before dawn the next day. It had honestly been years since you last seen your husband. Was he always that short?

As you stepped outside and Levi came closer, you could see the uncomfortable glint in his eye.

As he gained margins towards you, you couldn't help but to feel your empty stomach fill with the weight of ten thousand loafs, as you felt yourself about to gag. Why was he here? Why wasn't he at work?

His footsteps gained closer, close enough to hear his feet scuff at he took his strides. Louder his footsteps became. Louder, louder,  "Look Y/N," muttered Levi, snapping you out of your unconsciousness.

"It's not that I don't love you..."

You could hear his voice begin to tremble and his voice begin to break.

And as his eyes filled with pools, you knew what was coming next.

You both looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two decaying friends, watching each other hopelessly sink into quicksand. There was no way out. Only a pit of denial and fear was keeping the two of you from accepting the truth.

You knew it was going to end someday. All good things do. But you didn't think it will end like this. Never like this.

"I know you kissed her," you whispered, breaking the awkward silence, suffocated by a thick cloud of tension. 

"I'm sorry."

It wasn't that your husband of seven years kissing another women that caused the most pain in your heart. It was the fact you he betrayed you. And no matter what you did to shake off that horrid feeling, you just couldn't. Not even after three years of knowing about his love affair, bring any closure to your feelings.

"I'll help you."

You stared at him, eyes glazed with disappointment and hurt, your head bobbing slightly side to side. 

"You can't. And we both know it. we can't even afford food. We can't even afford this house."

"I'm sorry."

You looked down, watching the rain below you seep through the cracks of the floorboards. You couldn't care less as the rain continued to belt down upon you. In fact, you were just so numb to the pain. You were just numb.

"I don't know how to help you."

"It's okay. I don't need help."

Lies. It was all lies. But he told them first. He said he'd be loyal. He said he will never leave you. He said he'll never cheat. Lies. It was all lies.

"What about your PTSD-"

"I'm fine."

"Yo-"

"I'm fine."

You knew he would lose interest in you quickly. You knew he would find comfort in someone else. Yet, that tiny part of you thought you two would make it. PTSD became your best friend after being swallowed whole by a titan, just four years ago. But he was there to help you. He rescued you. He abandoned his job and moved to the country. He worked on a farm to help you, and knowing how much of a neat freak he was, you thought he will love you forever.

But now, forever doesn't seem as long anymore.

He could only go on so long before getting swayed away by one of his coworkers. But could you really blame him? She had blonde hair, with the hint of yellow with glorious almond, brown eyes to match. And if he hadn't seen his wife awake for the last year, could he really be at fault, or at least, that's what he told himself as you cried everyday, longing for comfort, longing for him. 

You knew something was wrong.

You knew this would happen.

How dare he play you as a fool. 

Gazing up to look him in the eyes.

You were thinking about Levi Ackerman again. And though you tried to keep your mind of the raven haired boy, you couldn't help but have those glorious moon coloured eyes pierced into your mind. 

And not even his sorrow could help you.