𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Bruises

[AN:

After a huuuge mental breakdown, a few days ago, I published this chapter in Italian. It was midnight, it had been a very bad day for me and I felt like I needed to write it in the easiest way possible, to really vent and let myself go. So, here you go with the English translation. I must admit it was harder than I expected but I made it ahahah

It's a stressful time for me, especially because of college, and writing this story is a very effective way of distracting me and shutting any worries out of my head, even just for a while.

There will be a brief introduction of two important characters for the story: Ruth and Nina.

To clarify once more: Daphne is just my OC, you can insert yourself as her if you want to.

I didn't have much time to think about some songs to recommend, but I can tell you that I didn't stop listening to Dirk Maassen's "Addio" while writing the chapter. It's a masterpiece, you should definitely listen to it at least once in your lifetime.

Forgive me for this long-ass intro... Sending you all my love, see you next time.]

DAPHNE'S POV

"I think they're gone. We have to head back now..." Levi suddenly said.

Our bodies were still glued one to the other, so close that their borders were blurred, so close that I could no longer tell where one started and the other ended. Our foreheads connected and our breaths, still unsteady, mingled in the small space they were granted between us.

As soon as I heard him say those words, I felt like landing from an unknown planet, regaining possession of my body and almost being able to sense again every inch of my skin, and Levi's against mine.

"I think they're gone. We have to head back now..." I repeated those words again, in my head, trying to isolate them one by one and assimilate them. And yet they were inconsistent, they made no sense at all.

I believed I could read them again, written all over my face, which was reflected in Levi's eyes, right there in front of mine. Everything around me regained its weight, its smell and its sound: the racket of the people a few streets away, the pungent smell of the Underground, that kiss just to distract our chasers and the body of Ruth thrown into the trash.

Again, I felt my heart running wildly in my chest and furiously slamming against my ribcage, the sound of my thoughts going crazy on both sides of my head and breaking against its walls, my legs getting weaker.

Levi seemed to notice it and he told me, grabbing me by the shoulders "Hold on to me, I'll bring you back up". I barely protested with my head, but at that moment it seemed impossible for me to do anything else.

I hated being so weak sometimes. I hated always being at the mercy of my emotions. At that moment I actually hated everything and I felt like I was going completely insane.

"Come on," said Levi, then he looked around, he wrapped me around my waist and activated the three-dimensional maneuvering device with his other hand. I held on to him, closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

I couldn't stop formulating rambling thoughts and a strong sense of frustration seeped through my skin, down to my bones. If I'd opened my eyes at that moment, I wouldn't have been able to stop the tears.

As soon as we reached the manhole and the ground, I escaped from Levi's grip, pushing him away. I felt like I was close to losing control of myself.

I began to walk in the darkness of that old abandoned canal, looking for the trapdoor and, inadvertently, I opened my eyes. A warm flow of tears completely wet my face, I felt like overflowing and I could no longer tell if I was blinded from the darkness or pain.