lonely hearts. [Levi x Reader] [AU]

Do you want to be with somebody like me?

Ever since we have been living together, it's been like this.

"Have a safe trip."

"Thanks."

A typical relationship between two lovers. Phrases like

Have a safe trip.

Thanks.I'll be back at 7.

I'll prepare dinner. Tell me what you want to eat.

Don't forget your lunch box.

are part of routine.

He turned his back and left.

We didn't even kiss.

Sometimes, these boring lines spoke to one another—they make me think that the love we've built these years—it's all going downhill. A dead end.

Squeezing the sponge in my hand, taking a spoon and rubbing the foam all over it, I'm thinking if we weren't meant to be. That, all the magic and euphoria and passion have dissipated. What's left is a dull, housewife role for me, and a stressful, business job for him.

We're falling apart.

Turning off the faucet and wiping my hands on my apron, the duffel bag comes into my view.

Should I leave?

... Just throw everything that we've did these years and leave with my dissatisfaction?

Will Levi be hurt?

A surging, hot feeling settles in my stomach.

Sad, even? Enraged?

What is it? Satisfaction from my scenarios? Bitterness? Anger? From the though of him showing all those feelings?

Will he even care at all?

Somehow, the duffel bag is at my feet.

Should I pack my clothes? Leave him a note? Or just disappear like that?

I bit my lip.

If I pulled this kind of stunt, what would Levi think?

I bent down, picking the bag, raising it in the air, moving my feet to our room, to my wardrobe.

What would I think?

I paused, my hand hovering over my folded clothes.

...

I picked a shirt and threw it in the bag.

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The door clicked open.

"I'm home."

echoed in the lonely house.

I found the strength to mutter a whispered

"Welcome home."