When we broke up, it felt like we were discussing the weather.

I called him up for once, one night after work, because I realized it had been a while since I'd heard from him. We were trying the whole long distance thing, so I was used to not talking to him every day, but we hadn't even texted each other for half a week. It wasn't like was intentionally avoiding him and he probably wasn't doing the same to me, we had just drifted apart.

Clearly, our relationship wasn't going to last much longer and honestly, I wasn't too upset about it. Sure, we'd had a great run over the last four years, but ever since we ended up going to different colleges, we thought about each other less and less.

We'd chatted idly about our classes for a bit. Gray had recently changed his major to English, while I was still as undecided as ever. I told him about my new job at my school's library and apparently he'd quit his position as a math tutor. Apparently a good amount had happened in such a short amount of time, yet neither of us had felt the need to tell the other.

So when he brought it up, it was a casual suggestion that logically made sense so I didn't argue. We'd agreed to remain friends and said we'd do our best keep in touch, but I think both of us knew we were making empty promises.

After we said our goodbyes, I hung up and started on my copious amount of homework that I'd put off for as long as I could. Another hour passed before I gave up for the night, I could always wake up early and finish whatever was left before class.

Climbing into bed, I glanced briefly over at my roommate's empty bed. Gajeel had slept in our room perhaps twice the entire school year. It didn't matter if he had an exam, work, or anything else, he always stayed the night in his girlfriend Levy's room. I never blamed him though, if Gray and I had gone to the same college I would've done the same thing.

I woke from a dreamless sleep the next morning and hurriedly rushed through my last-minute assignments before running off to class.

Weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Staring at my lock-screen one day, I wondered why the date seemed significant for some reason. A few minutes later I recalled that it was Gray's birthday.

Friends always text each other on their birthdays and so I sent him a text. I didn't say anything special, it was just a simple wish for him to have a happy birthday.

His response came back quickly.

Who is this?

He'd deleted my number from his phone already. Part of me thought he might have done it right after we broke up. But how could he remove me from his contacts after we were friends for so long? How could he forget about everything we'd done together?

Gray and I had finally become something less than enemies once we'd hit high school. It was another year after that, we somehow became much more than friends. There was something about the way he always pushed my boundaries, like he wasn't afraid to get burned. It wasn't easy for me to get close enough for him to let me in, but it was totally worth it.

We were completely head over heels for each other after a while. It was the kind of love that was all encompassing. Somehow we filled in each other's gaps in ways I still don't fully understand and didn't try to because it just worked.

By some miracle, I got accepted to my dream college, but Gray hadn't even applied there. He urged me to go anyways, told me that our relationship was strong enough that the distance wouldn't matter. Maybe that should've been enough for me to stay.

Tears gathered in my eyes as everything began to add up.

I'd always been the wild fire that blazed forward. Gray had never tried to tame me, if anything he'd always fanned the flames. But, somewhere along the way, I'd burned on without him and I was stupid enough to think I could keep going on forever without flickering out. The sad part was that I hadn't looked back until I was too far gone.

Till I'd forgotten how I'd call him just to hear his voice, that even though we were in different time zones, he'd wake up early to wish me good morning before I had to go to class, the insane amount of hours I'd work to save up enough money to visit him for the holidays, how sexy he looked when he ran his fingers through his hair, our first kiss on my sixteenth birthday, the framed picture of us on his bedside table, our promise to never cry alone, and many other treasured memories.

I picked up my phone because I had to call him. If I could just dial his number, I would find the words to say to convince him that we shouldn't have broken up. There had to be something that would change his mind, that would give us some meaning beyond what we used to be.

Then the doubts started crawling into my mind. Maybe he didn't have any feelings for me anymore. What if he'd left me, because he'd found somebody better?

If I was fire, then Gray was a beautiful ice sculpture. He was cool, solid, and slow to change. I had melted my way to his heart, but without my flames keeping it warm, it was likely that it'd re-crystallized.

Once we'd started growing apart, I'd instantly believed his feelings were the same as my own. I assumed that he didn't mind the rift slowly forming between us, that he was too busy to keep in touch. But maybe he noticed right away when I stopped calling him every day, that I started talking more about myself instead of asking about him, and how our declarations of love became nothing but words.

He could've suggested we break up because he thought I would be happier un-tethered to him. Maybe it was too painful seeing my name while scrolling through his contacts. All he could think to do was erase my presence from his life.

How could I leave him alone and expect him to hang around and wait for me?

My phone slipped through my fingers as I realized my memories would have to remain frozen in time.

Because I'd ended up so far away from Gray, that it was my heart that ended up freezing.

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I re-wrote this story three times but I'm still not sure about it. Please let me know if there's some way it could be improved. Thanks (: