“…And I’m sorry I accidentally broke that vase and swept it behind the bookshelf,” you said. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until just now, surprise! Haha…” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly as you recalled the thought. You’d only just joined the Scouting Legion and already you made a huge mistake by bumping into that stupid ugly vase. You didn’t want the Lance Corporal himself to find out, so you simply brushed it behind the bookcase with your foot, acting oblivious to what you’d just done.
Oh and when the Corporal found out poor Eren and Jean had been the ones to take the fall for it despite their constant protests. Those two were cleaning toilets for weeks. But somehow, Levi always knew it was you who broke that damn thing. You were such a litt
curled up catatonic in his arms
bones made of brittle bus passes and torn business cards
(and frozen tears, and old stories, and tired lives)
his face buried in her fading hair, anxiously looking for
a response because this is what they call
town of luck, town of dice and neon lights, hold me in your favor tonight
somebody must succeed out of all those ruined lives, right?