For all of you who actually liked my stories, I'm sorry for my reeeeeeaaaally long hiatus. Sorry! (Stop throwing food at me). But I have a reason. I was watching Fairy Tail! I didn't have time for writing. So here's my sorry gift (which isn't much of a sorry gift because I didn't write with fanfiction in mind, but it works). This is Fairy Tail, by the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail, though I wish I did.
Only the strong heal. They cry, they break, but they stand up again. They don't need to hide, disappear in the folds of a blanket, where its soft and warm, and so unlike the harsh, harsh reality. The warmth the blanket provides is uneeded, because for them, the fire in their hearts, the strength in their resolve is enough.
Only the weak disappear. They cry and cry, break and shatter until they dissolve into nothingness. They hide, hidden in shadows and ditches and places where no one will look at them and realize they're broken. And then it happens bit by bit, a little piece of their soul breaks off, fragments of their will fall, and they're gone.
She's one of the weak ones, and she's almost gone. The fires almost out, and only a small bit of her will remains. She's dying inside, with every scornful look her father gives her, and with every disappointed sigh. Then the pink haired boy comes, and gives her the strength to fight back. He re-ignites her fire with every fanged grin, and slowly, she comes back. She leaves the mansion she grew up in, face forward, back straight, never looking back, like the strong ones. And that's when she realized that she is a strong one. She's no longer "Lucky" Lady Lucy Heartfilia, she's Lucy of Fairy Tail. She's now strong.