My entry for the NeonClan Weekly Tumblr Contest. Much Jerza! Such rushed! Now drabble! XD
Prompt: Person B of your otp supposedly died in a tragic accident. Years later, they show up on Person A's doorstep. What happens next is up to you.
Jellal Fernandes stirred the milk into his hot tea, staring at nothing in particular. Nothing really had a purpose ever since Erza... No, don't think about that, he told himself, continuing to stir and stir and stir.
Anyway, he was unemployed (although he had been before the incident), and spent most of his days moping around his empty cottage and drinking tea. Tea was good. It helped him shrug off the thoughts of her and the incident.
It was seven years ago now. Seven years without her, after only a few days of bliss. Seven years after the island exploded. Jellal let his teaspoon clink against the teacup as he let go of it, thinking. She had said that the work trip was only going to be for a week, and he had let her go. Tenrou Island and Erza were both now blown to bits.
A tear silently starting rolling down his right cheek, and he took a sip of the tea, the bitter drink mixing with the salty tear.
All of a sudden, there was a sharp rapping on the door, and Jellal fumbled his cup accidentally by surprise, and a few scalding hot drops of tea were flung onto his button-down shirt.
He opened the door slowly, wondering if the council had decided to finally put him back in jail. Instead of an elderly bearded council member staring at him, he saw a red-headed girl clad in armor, looking fierce.
"ERZA!"
