Disclaimer- i don't own it. yeah, it isn't a happy one but i hope you like it. SORRY for mistakes.
Teri deewani means 'your lover'.
I don't know when it all happened. I don't have a clue when you made your place in my heart more than as a friend. But maybe it's too late now. I realized it when the time is gone. I know we won't be able to stay together and be as one and that's all just because of my idiocy. If I had realized that how special you were to me, we would be there kissing in front of everyone in the church. Gray, I love you. I, Lucy Heartfilia who was your best friend love you.
You are so special to me Gray, you always were. My morning started with you and my nights ended with a smile thinking about the fun i had with you. The times when we hung out together. The times when you teased me about my being a tomboy. But you are the one who also told me that I am just good the way I am. Maybe not perfect, but you didn't like perfect right? I miss you. I miss you so much now when it isn't even going to help anything.
Why Gray why? Why do I need to realize it now that I so damn love you that it feels like every second without you is the one I loathe the most? My life is a living hell now.
I miss the days when you licked my ice cream without my permission saying, "Oh c'mon Luce, you are getting fatter day by day. As a best friend, it's my duty to help you." Huh! How cheesy and full of stupidity. But why do I feel like crying when that moment plays in my mind again? I want to live those happy moments with you again. I want to live every second of my life with you.
I want that day to come back so that I could stop you. Stop you from going to the other side of the road. To be there with you so that I could shout at you and yell, "hang in there you jerk!" but it's no use now is it?
So it's the last entry in my diary. Because if you aren't coming back to me, I'll come to you. For eternities.
Yours,
Luce~
And the body fell down. The blonde hairs covering the beautiful face. Blood oozing from the wrist of the girl. The knife was also covered in the crimson color of blood.
Maybe that's called being truly and crazily in love. She was lifeless anyways. Her heart ached every time when she imagined herself and him being together and when the reality crashed and told her that he was dead.
So she decided to sacrifice herself for the one who was the reason of her entire being.
She was sleeping forever now. No matter what, two lovers can't be parted, even because of death. It's like South and North. They are opposites. But one doesn't exist if the other isn't.
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