Levi x Reader - Master Of My Fate Part 7

Yesterday’s session was so interesting. I didn’t even know that time had passed by so quickly. There were just so many things to talk about. It was so fun to discuss our favorite novels or movies. Levi had the same opinions as me but he gave so many more suggestions and critiques. It amazed me how much he knew about the crime and mystery genre. He was a really interesting person beyond that snobbish attitude. And he actually had a good sense of humor!

Maybe I should ask him about how he acquired so much in-depth knowledge about crimes.

I entered Levi’s office, inhaling the comforting scent of tea.

“Good evening, Levi,” I greeted him.
“Good evening, (F/N). How was your sleep yesterday?”

“Good. I actually dreamt that I was in the world of Contest! And oh my god, it was so exciting and – “

“Wait, (F/N). So you didn’t have any dreams about the real world?” Levi interrupted.

“Err.. no, I don’t think so,” I replied, a bit dejected that I didn’t finish my story.

“Tch, so the interaction we had didn’t have any bearing on your dreams,” Levi replied, tapping his pen on the clipboard.

I slapped my forehead. “Oh right. Yeah.. I suppose that’s true. What now?”

Levi thought for a while and said, “Let’s try a different tactic. Why don’t you ask me questions about myself that you’re interested in knowing?”

“Uh huh, sure I guess. Hmm… oh right, how is it that you know so much detail about crimes? Is there a book for dummies or something that you read? Coz I would love to have that book.”

Silence greeted me. “Levi?”

“I used to be a detective before I switched to being a psychologist.”

“What… really??! Oh my god, that’s amazing! But umm.. why the switch? If you don’t mind my asking,” I said tentatively.

Levi sucked in his breath. “No, it’s totally fine if you don’t answer,” I said quickly.

“It’s alright, (F/N). A few years ago, I lost my partner during an attempt to arrest a criminal. After that, I sometimes had nervous breakdowns when I was in the field. Since I was no longer mentally fit for duty, I decided to quit,” Levi replied in his monotone voice.

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say except mumble, “I…. Sorry… I shouldn’t..”

“It’s all in the past. I’ve moved on,” Levi said quietly.

Suddenly, something clicked in my brain. “It couldn’t be… that girl… Patricia?” I whispered.

Levi sighed. “You might as well know. But yes, my partner was Petra, that girl in your dream. You got the name wrong though.”

My eyes widened in shock. Tears started rolling down my cheek as I realized that I had inadvertently opened up his wound. “Levi, I…. I’m so… sorry,” I sobbed.

“Tch, why are *you* crying? I hate seeing girls cry. You’re going to mess up the couch. There’s a box of tissue papers on your right,” Levi scolded, albeit in a caring manner.

“No, it’s just that… I must have hurt you by bringing up memories that you wanted to forget,” I said as I blew into a piece of tissue.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It hurts more when you think about the people you lost,” I continued.

“Well, on the contrary, I think it’s best to remember all the happy moments,” Levi said calmly.

“Doesn’t that make it worse?”

“No, the only thing you’ll regret is when you realize you can’t even remember them. That’s when you actually lose them forever.” Levi’s voice softens ever so slightly.

Suddenly, I was able to see Levi for what he was. He was like me, wounded beyond repair. We were both trying to distance ourselves from others, just in different ways. Me, by not communicating, and him, by being cold and detached. For some reason, I had the overwhelming urge to comfort him.

“Then, why don’t you tell me more about her?” I said softly.

“Tch, when did you become the psychologist?” Levi retorted.

“Since you asked me to be the one asking questions,” I laughed slightly.

“You’re good. Fine… Petra was… the kindest person I knew. She couldn’t even hurt an ant. I still have no idea how she ended up on that career path… “

I listened to Levi as he talked about the good times he shared with Petra and I could hear the love and misery in his voice. I knew that no one could replace the void in his heart that was left by Petra, but I wished I could at least help patch it up.

Soon, the session came to an end. As I got up to take my leave, Levi called out to me, “(F/N).”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for today.”

I smiled. “No, thank *you*, Levi.”

“Why?” he said, puzzled by my words.

“For making my life more gratifying.”