Your lie (Levi • Reader)

Two dart shots

You released a huff into his shoulder, the absurdity overcoming you. Then a couple of droplets poured down to reach his gentle skin and clothes.

After he had embraced you, you held him close for a bit longer, until you knew you had to let go. Then you raised your hands and pushed yourself gently off of him. He looked at you and you looked back.

"I need some time alone now.", you spoke. Inwardly you were maybe a bit grateful that he insisted so much on talking, because it made you feel like he cared. But you couldn't say it to him, since your demeanour couldn't change so abruptly within a sole minute.

With a curt, almost unobservable nod, he looked over to the canteen. "You haven't had anything to eat."

"I'm not hungry at the moment."

He looked at you for a second, telling you with a look that he didn't buy it.
"..."

"I'm gonna go.", you then added, before wiping with your sleeve over your face. The hot sadness had already flushed down your body and crawled down onto the floor and its tiles.

He cleared his throat and glanced away. "Fine."
You saw him but saw that nothing about him had changed. He was himself again, the old Levi, which seemed like nothing could touch nor hurt him. He was unreachable yet again and you knew that whatever happened now, nothing could change it. His cold gaze directed to the canteen where he coincidentally spotted Hange and Erwin sitting down for a meal just now.

You wondered whether him apologising so insistently was just a break of character and how much he regretted and would regret doing that in the future.

You looked at him for a few moments without him seeing you and you wondered when he'd finally grant you a gaze that was honest again.

That, until you took a step back and simply left.
"Goodbye."

You walked out, passing the canteen and towards the exit. Then, at one of the final destinations filled with loads of folk, someone called out to you.

"EY, WHORE!"

You paid them no attention, rather cynical towards any leftover comments. You were at the end of your nerves, this was the last thing you should spend your energy on.

"WHERE'S DADDY? DID THEY HANG HIM OR DID HE PREFER TO HANG HIMSELF?"

The exclamation was followed by reverberating laughter from the person's friends, which had gathered around the guy like moths around a light source at night. From your estimation they were around your age, but definitely acted like a bunch of 8-year olds. You found them embarrassing to say the least, felt more empathy than hatred. Or at least you would've, if it hadn't been for the sudden vivid picture within your mind of what the content of his sentence were.

How did he dare mention your father?

Goosebumps traveled over your body and raised like spikes of an animal. But not with fear, nor embarrassment, but with just a dainty kick of anger. It would've been better if you had just moved on like nothing had happened, but instead, you decided to make a sharp roundtour toward that group of people, before meeting your destination and minding your own business.

You raised a brow and asked back blank-faced: "And where's your mother? Did a titan eat her or was it me yesterday evening inside your parents' bed?"