Tokyo Ghoul - NEST

Half of a Promise

" We love even when our love is not requited."
- Mortimer Alder

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Levin POV

Stopping in front of the door to my room, I felt uneasy. Seeing her in Cochlea, and letting her escape sent a happiness I didn't know I still had into me. But I know whatever Tokage did can't be completely erased.

I glance down at the plate in my hands. The meat on it was simmered nicely, I cooked it as best as I could. Just for her. I made it with the same seasoning I always did. Does she remember this dish I made for her?

A couple of months she was in there. They had starved her to almost death over and over to see what she would do. I remember that he did that to me many times also, but got bored of it after awhile.

I would've liked to spend more time with Tokage, to make him suffer more. But I didn't have time sadly, and had to eviscerate him quickly.

Now I'm here.

Scared to find out what's on the other side. Touka and the others told me that she hadn't come out since she got here. But she did eat whatever they set outside for her.

I have to take responsibility. I was the one that told her about the option of the surgery, and it all went south. I will make her happy, no matter what.

Taking a deep breath, I grab the doorknob. But then I freeze up. A shiver went down through me. Fear picked at my heart strings, pulling and twisting them into different directions.

What if she blames me? What if she doesn't want to see me right now, like the others? What if she's broken?

What if...

I push the door open, ignoring the thoughts and the back of my brain that says that it was all my fault. It was quiet once I did this. I had expected to hear her say something, like, 'who is it?'.

But instead as I walked in I see Kurona on the bed, hugging her knees and staring at the wall. She has a blank expression on her face, much like she always does. Something is different, but I can't tell how bad it is.

I take a few steps in and stop at the foot of the bed. I try to say something, but the words get caught in my throat, and it sounds more like I'm letting out a choking noise.

This, however is enough to make her flinch, and glance over her shoulder at me. There is a silence that hangs in the air. All we did was stare in each other's eyes, her blank face not showing what she was thinking, as usual.

Her left eye, her kakugan, not fully blank and red no more. Her iris glows red, the former human white surrounding it. The surgery really did work.

I noticed she moves her stare to the food in my hands. Beginning to walk to the table at the side of the bed, I finally let out some words.

"I brought some food. It has the same seasoning I'm good at making." I said, sitting at the office desk after setting the plate down on the bedside table.

Kurona stirs for a moment, like she contemplating whether she should eat it or not, but in the end moves to the end of the bed and doesn't take it. Maybe she's not hungry?

"How long have I been in here?" She asked, looking at her feet.

It takes me a moment to do the math. "Around a week." I mumbled.

"Really? It didn't feel that long." She said, twirling her hair in her finger.

"Are... are you feeling alright?" I said hesitantly, getting on this subject was going to be difficult.