Levi

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"I broke the aquarium, I'm going to cry," the phrase swirled incoherently through your head as you knelt among shards of glass, wet clumps of soil, and fish flapping on the floor. It was the perfect metaphor for your inner state—the fragile, transparent barrier that held back the chaos had been shattered, and now everything that had swum within was agonizing on the floor. And the chaos was him. Your beloved. Levi.

There was more than just a love story between you—it was an entire universe, woven from late-night conversations that left you hoarse, from touches that burned, and from promises that turned into smoke. You remembered every mole, every scar, every arch of his eyebrow. "I caught all your moles, and now I can't forget them," you once whispered to him in a fit of tenderness, and it was true.

But he brazenly cheated. With the very same woman whose photos now graced your gallery. You'd caught them more than once. He was your personal chaos, beautiful and destructive. And even now, looking at this mess and realizing it was all over, you knew you couldn't forget him. Because he was the very child of anarchy you loved so madly.

“What’s all this stuff lying around here?” he said, entering your shared apartment.

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