☆ ⁛ ⁚ ⁛ with dark shadows under his eyes, emerson typed on the laptop slowly before dozing off again in study hall. carlson's death was the topic of everyone's conversation and, despite his efforts, he couldn't ignore them. as if he wasn't already guilty enough for aiding levi but now he had to deal with the memories when somebody brings it up. the whole ordeal sent him into a frenzy consisting of uncontrollable tears and isolation, more so than ever before. as he huffed and slammed his laptop shut, he strolled to the exit. as soon as he did so, he plopped his body on a bench nearby and sighed loudly. “ what if- ” he mumbled longingly.














