Levy's POV
Everyone was in the main ballroom, dancing and having a good time. But I was in the main hall at a small desk writing about the dragons. I finish writing my last thought about how on July 7th, we beat what's known as fate. I smile at my work. I suddenly hear a gruff voice from behind me.
"Yo." The deep voice says. I turn in my chair and I see Gajeel in a tuxedo with a big grin.
"Gajeel." I acknowledge. I stand up out of the chair and face him.
"So that's what you're wearin'?" Gajeel questions. I suddenly feel a little subconscious.
"Huh? Does it look strange?" I question.
"Nah, not bad." He replies as he shoves his hands in his pockets. I smile back at him.
"You know, I'm just happy you're alive." I state.
"Don't assume I'll get killed." Gajeel replies.
"After all, you faced off against a huge dragon by yourself. I'd think anybody could die in a situation like that." I point out.
"Mind your own business." Gajeel states as he looks away.
"Let me mind your business a little bit." I plead. I start to feel a lump in my throat.
"That's what's annoying about you." Gajeel replies with his eyes closed. I start to feel tears form in the corner of my eyes. Gajeel opens his eyes and looks at me. I feel a single tear slide down my face.
"O-Oi!" Gajeel exclaimed.
"S-sorry I just..." I try to get the words out, but they're stuck in my throat.
"What the hell? Why are you crying?!" Gajeel questions. I continue to cry. I hear Gajeel sigh. I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my body. My hands are pressed against his chest.
"Gajeel?" I questions as I feel my face flush.
"I survived anyway... It's not like I was going to die or anything and these dragons aren't big deals to me. So stop crying Shorty." Gajeel's right. He survived. What am I crying for?
"Thank you, Gajeel." I whisper.
"Tch, for what?" He questions.
"For being alive..." I reply. I close my eyes and I bury my head into Gajeel's chest. I don't know how long we stood there for, but it seemed like eternity and I didn't want it to end. After a while, I started hearing slow music playing from the ballroom. Gajeel let me go and backed up a few steps. He bows.
"May I have this dance?" He questions. I curtsy back.
"You may." I respond. He holds out his hand and I take it. He wraps his free hand around my waist and I put my free hand on his shoulder. We slowly start to dance and I feel like I'm about to cry. I feel tears start to form at the corner of my eyes.
"Come on, why are you crying this time?" Gajeel questions. I lean my head against his chest.
"I'm happy that I get to dance with you..." I whisper. I'm not sure if Gajeel heard my, but I don't care. I just don't want the night to end.
