Hi guys. So here's another one shot. Yeah… so the way I post is I write it all at once, or not at all. Sad eh? so I'm trying to break the habit. I also have to warn you that sometimes, a thing just pops up and I have no time to write. so forgive me when that happens. I try to write more afterwards.
I'm Sorry.
Lucy was walking home after a long day at work. She was hoping that Natsu would be home, waiting for her. After all, he had the day off. She hummed cheerfully as she walked down the road.
When she unlocked the door, she wasn't prepared for what was behind it.
Natsu, her boyfriend of two years, was sitting on the couch, making out with a girl.
She froze. Natsu's head jerked up at the sound of keys dropping.
His eyes widened. "Look, Luce I can explain" he said, frantically waving his arms around. The girl beside him nodded vigorously.
Lucy just shook her head. "It's fine, just make her leave, I'm tired".
Natsu sighed in relief.
But little did he know that her heart was shattered. Like a million glass shards, unable to repair.
By the time Natsu had finished up, Lucy was fast asleep. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
He quickly climbed in bed. Her back was facing him. He knew he would have to deal with all this drama shit tomorrow.
But he did not know what condition she would be in, as silent tears leaked from her eyes.
When Natsu awoke, Lucy was no longer beside him.
'She was gonna be pissed' he thought climbing out of bed.
But the house was eerily quiet.
He called out to her. But there was no response.
He tried again. Yet again there was no response.
He was getting panicky now. 'Breathe' he said to himself. 'Maybe she went for a walk to calm her anger' he thought to himself. Yeah, that had to be it.
He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
He flipped through channels.
But then, his blood ran cold.
On the news, they were explaining how a young female had jumped off the bridge, late last night.
Natsu felt sick. The image was Lucy, lying lifeless on the ground beside a river.
Natsu knew he should go over and see if she was really dead.
But he couldn't move. It's as if his feet were glued to the ground.
His throat felt dry, and he couldn't swallow.
Silent tears fell down his face.
He slowly got up and walked to their bedroom. A picture of them on their two year anniversary sat on the nightstand.
He sat down and took the picture.
His hands were shaking as he whispered two words, that could be barely heard.
"I'm sorry".
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