Why do bad things happen?
Natsu sat, drinking a bottle of fire whiskey at a tavern bar.
Its not fair for loved ones to die like this.
A bottle of whiskey disappeared into his belly as he thought more and more. He waved for the tender to give him another bottle.
It was all his fault.
He drank that bottle in a big gulp, just like the other one.
The bar tender kicked him out of the tavern after he asked for another one. It was that taverns policy to not let a customer to have more than 3 bottles of any alcoholic substance by himself.
Natsu didn't mind. In fact, he left quietly without a fuss.
He wandered around the cobble streets, with only the moon as he friend. Happy had gone to live with Wendy and Charle when This started to happen. He came to check up on him sometimes though.
There was a time after they died that he was relatively normal. Even after This happened.
He just had to remember a good memory and he would smile before he remembered.
He looked up at the sky as he felt a snowflake fall onto his nose. Like the one time when the whole Guild went to the nearby park to play in the snow.
His finger twitched with a flare of a flame and he grabbed his wrist angrily.
It was all his fault.
He walked slowly to where the Guild used to be. Now it was a tall building that had a similar structure to the Guild, but the inside was very different. Statues of everyone, a summary about their lives, and so one.
They were all dead except for the dragon slayers and the exceeds.
Wendy was with Porlyuscia, making medicine for the ones that needed it most.
Gajeel was making magic weapons for the Magic Council.
And Natsu? He was a successful bounty hunter by day, but he drank heavily by darkness.
That was the only way that he escaped the heavy cloud that hung over his head everyday.
It was all his fault.