Erza woke in a cold sweat. She had been having another dream. Everything was so vivid, she could see the life fading out of Jellal as he died. A knock came at the door. "Erza, are you ok?" It was Mirajane. She must have heard her calling out in the night and come to check on her. "I'm fine, it was just a dream." Just a dream was an understatement. It was her reliving the worst possible moment in all of her life all over again. It was the moment she lost every hope for the future. Erza turned back to her side and began to softly cry into her pillow until she fell asleep again.
She awoke the next morning somewhat relieved. Finally having an outlet for the emotions laying dormant inside her mind had an almost euphoric effect. From downstairs wafted the buttery smell of toast and she could faintly hear the sizzle of egg.
Mirajane must be cooking again. She would often wake to find a warm meal awaiting her. Despite repeatedly offering to make it for herself, Mirajane would always insist that she enjoyed it. Erza came downstairs, the warm sun's rays pouring through the windows.
There Mirajane stood, skillet in hand, scooping the last bit of meal onto a plate. "You had that dream again didn't you?" Erza was shocked but the tinge of sadness on her face revealed the whole story already. "You say you're fine but I've been living with you long enough to know when you need a little cheering up." She was relieved to be living with someone so understanding. After the incident Mirajane had offered to allow her to stay as long as she needed to. They had been living together so long now that it seemed natural. Mirajane had been there for Erza when no one else was able to and was truly the best of friends. Erza smiled,
suddenly Mirajane blushed and turned away, almost as if she was embarassed. "You may as well hurry up and dig in, it won't be nearly as good once it's cooled off." Erza pulled up a seat and began to eat, but couldn't help but notice Mirajane stealing a glance every so often.