Literature
Levi X Reader~Indeed they do
The pavement acted as your mattress, your blood as your sheet, and your soaked cloak as your blanket. In any other situation, it would be proven uncomfortable, but your condition made you crave it. Death beckoned you to follow his path, shifting away from the horrible and disgusting qualities life possessed. You keep promising yourself that there is good in this horrible world- there's hope that there is something to live for. You struggled all your life to find that reason, but just when you thought you found it, your life is slipping from your grasp.
"[Y/N], [Y/N]!" you heard a little boy painfully call. You turned and saw a grief