Author's Note: All of my submissions for Jerza Week are roughly in the same universe. All post-X791 with a not-yet-pardoned Jellal. None of the entries are implicitly connected with the exception of Day 4: Cardinal, and Day 5: Bells. They chronologically follow one another.
I do not own Fairy Tail.
It was a mantra with her. Tomorrow. Less of a word or a day, but a destination. A place she would arrive at – or more honestly, a place she hoped they would arrive at together. Sunset after sunset passed with a whispered, maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll come.
So far he hadn't. And it broke her heart anew every day.
Her bed felt empty, and cold. Often she would stare at the perfectly formed pillow next to hers and try not to cry. Not that she'd ever had him in her bed to miss. They'd never even made it beyond a fumbled kiss that, despite what actually happened that day, Erza counted as an actual kiss. Maybe it was just a fantasy but she wanted to have something, anything to hang her hopes on.
Erza wasn't sure who was more foolish. Jellal for forsaking her to atone for crimes she didn't hold him wholly responsible for or herself for waiting.
She would wait, though. Her heart wouldn't let him go, and even though today had been empty… there was always tomorrow.
