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It was at that moment, where Natsu realized Lucy didn't love him. It was at that moment, where she left him standing in the rain, his neatly combed hair ruined, dangling limply in front of his face. It was at that moment, where Lucy walked away, not caring that each step she took broke his heart even more. The magnolias slipped from his hand, his body numbly collapsing in the street, tears mixing with the rain. His pants were soaked, his mind broken. He was dimly aware of his body moving, slowly limping back home, his body on autopilot, collapsing onto his front porch. Natsu wasn't in control of himself, but he wanted the pain to end. He stared at the blade clutched loosely in his hand before it flashed like lightning, crimson streaks of red flowing down his arm. His skin was split, his life ebbing away from his body, once warm, but now growing cold as ice.

Gray found him the next morning, his own mind not processing what lay in front of him. Natsu lay slumped against the floor, his lips turned up in a small smile. In one hand he clutched a picture of Lucy Heartfilia, although it was stained with the blood of Natsu. Gray barely remembered calling the police, begging them to save his friend. In his heart he knew it was too late, but he couldn't accept that.

Natsu was buried a week later, when the sakura trees were blooming. The pink petals would always stay as a reminder of Natsu, and how he would always be found with a smile on his face