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You stood there, as you watched the sunken eyes stare back at you. The make-up was washed away by your tears long ago, and you felt nothing but trapped inside the cold and worn-out walls. Everyone around you believed that you were getting better, even the doctors talked about releasing you soon. Yet, they weren't aware of the secret attacks that plagued your already fragile mind every single night. You barely escaped that night where everybody was convinced that you plunged too deep into the darkness to be dragged out again, and now you were hanging on to your dear life by a weak and flimsy thread. The ones that you loved made sure that you knew that they weren't abandoning you, but judging by the way they all slowly forgot about your existence, you know that it was all just excuses to make themselves feel better. After all, they all said that your brain was defective and ushered you towards the cold gates to the asylum, when all you ever needed was affection and compassion. But those aspects were crucial elements that had long gone extinct in society. In other words, you felt no ounce of hope towards regaining back the sense of normality of the outside world.
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Oddly enough, you were released a few weeks after that day. The doctors seemed to do a good job in convincing your family members that you were no longer self-destructive. At one point, you heard the scratchy voice from the reciever, asking if you were safe. They weren't asking about your wellbeing, they were worrying about the safety of themselves. But they had every right to be scared of you, I mean, they witnessed you doing all those things to yourself. What would stop them from thinking that you'd take out the 'self' in self-destructive and become just pure dangerous to everyone around you? Maybe it was the electroconvulsive therapy talking, but you almost forgot how to be sociable around normal people. It wasn't like you had any friends in your wing, they were all either too broken or too dangerous to get the chance to know you. It was a shame really, because you were pretty sure that you'd get along more with your kind, than those that shunned you for being mentally troubled.
Levi met you for the first time that day. He thought he was just doing a small favour for a family friend by picking you up, he never would've believed that he was to escort a former suicide attempter back home. He realised that the reason they were being so elusive about who you were, was because they were afraid that he'd back out of it if he knew the dark truth. Maybe that was true, but at that moment, when he laid his eyes on you for the first time. Without a doubt, he thought you were beautiful. It was early afternoon, and the sun just began shining through the clouds above. Levi's breath automatically caught at his throat when your (Your Eye Color) eyes found his.
You seemed to hesitate for quite some time, at least, according to Levi that is. It took you quite a few minutes to be able to hold eye contact longer than 3 seconds during your short but helpful conversation. Levi never mentioned it, but he was looking for the opportunity to look into your eyes for a little longer. For some bizarre reason, he was pretty nervous himself. It wasn't because he was scared, but he was rather entranced and attracted to you, which wasn't like him at all. He had never experienced such powerful emotions for someone, and in that aspect, it did scare him out of his wits.
