Author's Note: So, uh, it's been two years. I missed you.
Disclaimer: All rights to Hiro Mashima.
"I, uh, like you. A lot. As in more than friends."
"Like, best friends?"
"M-More than that. As in, um, you know."
She could see the confusion turned fear swamp his vision as her words finally registered within his mind. She probably shouldn't have told him, not now at least. Not when their exam week starts in two days and they were in the midst of challenging themselves to whoever can study the most before they pass out from boredom.
But it was now or never, what with his v-neck dropping a little lower than what she's use to, and his goofy smile lighting up the room as she explained functions in math to him, or the way his eyes shone that brilliant green when the sun hit them just right.
Lucy's breath stopped as she saw him get up from his seat on her bedroom floor. This is where he walks over to her and reciprocates his mutual feelings with a kiss and a heartfelt confession.
Not when he decides to book it out of her room, her hallway, her dorm. Not when the burn of rejection makes itself comfortable in every crevice of her being-where it will undoubtedly stay for the next week, month, year? Year.
Lucy sat there, the familiar feelings of just dark, blank, emptiness filling the void where her heart should surely be. She got up slowly, and taking small, short breaths, and blinking furiously as to keep the tears at bay, began to pick up all of their study materials.
She was done studying today, she was done studying forever.
She placed his binders, books, and pencils neatly on the table by her dorm room door. She lived alone, so there truly wasn't a need to be so neat and organized, but Lucy thought it to be cliché if she just started wreaking havoc.
She followed the droplets of water that ran down her cheeks to land on the floor by her feet silently. The calm before the storm.
Lucy couldn't help the sob that crawled from her throat and forced it's way out of her mouth, nor could she predict the sudden heaviness that having your heart turn to stone would bring, and dropped to her knees.
She clutched her chest, clawing at the thin cloth that covered her left breast in hopes of... In hopes of... What? Finding a trace of the organ that symbolized love? Love that was just taken away from her with a slam of a door and the rapid, fading steps that carried on further from her humble abode?
She was heaving now, the tears coming in waves that just wouldn't stop. She leaned forward so her forehead hit the cold hardwood floor that she thankfully remembered to clean that morning. Lucy began coughing soon after, due to the dryness of her throat, but couldn't signal the strength to rise from her current position and retrieve some sort of relief for the amount of drought that scraped her throat.
After what seemed like an eternity, but upon glancing at the clock on her oven showed to have only been an hour and twenty seven minutes, Lucy rose from her spot on her floor and dragged herself over to the fridge. She threw it open, too far gone to flinch when her fridge door hit the marble counter top, and clutched a bottle of water in terribly shaky hands.
It was as if she was deprived of the very drug she was so hooked on. Actually, it was exactly like that. He was her drug, and he ripped himself away from her. Well not really ripped, more like willingly removed himself from the situation that was her with quick haste.
She found herself crying again, and soon found purchase on the tiled kitchen floor. Lucy slowly fell asleep, dreaming of what could have been.
Author's Note: I have another chapter saved but, well, we'll see.