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(Grey's POV)

I sat, alone, in my house. Curled up against the cold corner, wearing nothing but my normal pants and jewelry. I didn't have the motivation to change since I got back from my last mission. I was extremely tired after all.

But what was this feeling that's been growing inside of me? I haven't left the house if six days, nor seen my friends. I've shower twice and eaten only a few times. I mostly sat in my chair in he corner and cried. I cried about nothing, about Fairy Tail, about everything that's happened.

I was glad nobody came looking for me, if they did, what excuse would I use then? That I had things to do? That I was busy reading? That I was training again?

Soon the time would come when somebody realized what was going on.

But when would that be? Erza and Lucy left on another mission yesterday, Natsu probably doesn't care. And Master is too busy to do anything. I was alone. Truly alone.

Taking a deep breathe I get up and slump over to the bathroom, stripping off the fifthly clothes that I wore and stepped into the bath tub. The water poured quickly and was freezing cold at first, but I got use to it.

I thought of the last mission, where I almost got killed and how nobody noticed. What would happen if I had died back there? Would anyone notice?

'No... They wouldn't.' I thought, staring at my body. It was thin, almost too thin, you could begin to see each rib and both my hip bones stuck out. Every time I ate, I just threw it back up anyway, so what's the point?

I put my hands together and created a knife, made from a thin sheet of ice. You could see clear through as if it were glass. I held it against my wrist, against the very old scars and slid it slowly across.

I winced as a tin line of blood flowed down my arm. Would anyone notice them? They hadn't in the past, so why would they now. I repeated the same motion.

Once. Twice. Until there were 8 long cuts across the veins of my left wrist. I turned off the shower and noticed the silent tears that were concealed by the water.

The blade shattered and melted. I broke open an old habit. One that I haven't done since I was with Ul.

(Natsu's POV)

I hadn't seen the stupid Popsicle in a quite a while. Master said that he was on a month-long mission but then went straight home. To be honest, I was worried. He never stayed away from the guild for too long.

"Oui! Mira! Have you seen Grey at the market?" I yelled, setting the tea cup on the bar. She turned around, her dress fluttering as she did.

She thought for a minute before responding, "No... He's usually out shopping but I didn't see him today. Sorry, Natsu, you could always go check on him?"

I sighed. Yeah, I would, but I don't know where he lives. I never asked. I knew he had a small apartment, but that was it.

"I'll go do that, can you gimme an address or something?" She scribbled a few numbers and letters on a napkin and handed it to me.

"Tell him I said 'hi'." She said, smiling. I nodded and jumped off the stool, running out the guild doors and down the streets. Grey's house wasn't 6 blocks from Lucy's place, so I knew exactly how to get there.

'I wonder if he's alright.' I thought, sprinting across roof tops.

Twenty minutes later, I stood on his door mat. It had started to rain, leaving me stranded where I stood.

"Grey! Hey, Snowflake! Open up!" I yelled, banging loudly on the door. When he didn't answer, I turned the knob. 'That's weird... It's unlocked.'

Sitting quietly on one of his sofas, I took a look around. He had a medium sized kitchen, next to the slightly small living room, his walls were blue and the sofas were a warm velvet.

On the other side were three doors. One was probably a bathroom, the other probably a bathroom. The third was, what?

I stood up and strode over to the door. Locked.

"Figures." I whispered, returning to the sofa. The noise of the shower suddenly stopped and a very wet, half dressed mess slithered out.

His face was pale and his pants wrinkled. Everything about him seemed so... Dead. I didn't say anything as I watched him walk over to the kitchen. Opening a cupboard and pulling out a first aid kit. While leaning out against the counter, he pulled out a pair of tweezers, holding it to his... Wrist!?

"Grey!? What did you do!?" I yelled, rushing over to him, startling him so badly that he fell over and landed on his ass in the middle of the kitchen.

He winced in pain, staring up at me, guilt and regret shone in his eyes.

"Let me see it." I asked very gently, calming down and squatting next to him. He hesitantly held out his wrist and let me hold it. I counted them. Eight little cuts. Deep, but not very big. I reached down and grabbed the tweazers that he held earlier. "This is why you shouldn't have used glass, bits get stuck in the wound and it takes forever to heal."

"I didn't use glass." He mumbled, just enough for me not to hear. I started picking out the bits.

"If not glass, then what?" I asked.

He pulled his wrist away violently. "Why do you suddenly care so much about me?" He snapped.

I was honestly hurt by his words. Did he really think I didn't care about him? "I haven't seen you in almost two months. Besides, you're my team mate, I want to make sure you're alright." I told him honestly.

His hair fell across his eyes, leaving drops of water everywhere.

"Now, let me help you take care of that scratch." I told him, he glared at me but gave me his wrist anyway.

We sat there, in his kitchen, for who knows how long, while I picked out the shards of something and bandaged up the damaged skin.

"There!" I stood up and turned to leave, knowing that he only had a few scratched and bruises, I could go tell Mira that he was alright. "I'll see you later, snowflake!"

"N-Natsu! I... Thank you." He said, blushing slightly.

"No problem, hun!" I yelled back, walking out the front door.

I almost didn't catch what he said next, and it broke my heart to pieces to hear him say that, "I meant 'Thank you for noticing me.'"

(To Be Continued)