The dark haired Mage mumbled something to himself under his breath.
'Hmm? Did you say something?' a feminine but stern voice questioned, a hint of malice.
'Um.. Er. No, nothing!' Was the reply she received.
'You know, we aren't kids anymore. I'm not going to go beating you up like I used to, ok?'
'That's good' came the strong males voice, a lot calmer than before.
...
Time went on, and the beatings became less and less, as did the youth that the couple held, but still they stayed, moving on, because they had each other.
That's all they needed.
...
He tightened his grip on the woman's cold but delicate hand. She was drifting into unconsciousness and he new she didn't have much longer. He loved her, like nobody else. She was his whole world. And he knew she felt the same. They both knew.
But now her time was up, she was to leave this world. And there was no way of stopping it.
'Promise me,' came her voice, soft but hurt,'that you will come and see me soon.'
'Promise me, that you will be waiting.' Returned his.
'Count on it.'
Her eyes fluttered and she pressed her lips to his, one last time before her breathing stopped completely.
Tears trickled down his face, softly.
The love of his life. Was gone.
...
'It won't be long now, my love,' an old, raspy voice murmured to himself, 'until we will see one another, once again. We will be young, again. And you can beat the crap outa me as much as you like, just like the old days.' He chuckled to himself.
'That sounds nice' an all too familiar woman's voice sounded from the back of his mind. Though, he could have sworn she was there, right beside him.
His eyelids became heavy, and his breathing lessened. His eyes slowly drifted shut, taking in his surroundings one last time, smiling, before he fell, into a deep, deep sleep.
...
'It's good to see you, gray' a soft voice spoke.
'Erza'