Every Teardrop is a Waterfall- Coldplay

She was always out there. He could sense her presence, billowing scarlet hair complementing a gentle face with a soft smile.

But something was wrong. That smile was dissolved, and her face was scrunched up, showing her darker expressions. Sections of her hair were matted with tears as she made painful noises. He wasn't there to see her, or to comfort her. But he knew what was happening and where she was. That made his heart clench and eyes water up. This woman's suffering is shattering him. Why is he feeling so much about this particular one? Why is he feeling so much heartbreak, when he never committed to anything? Is he... In love?

Together- The xx

Erza stood on the hill, looking around her warily. It was 1 o'clock in the nighttime, and she was wondering why Jellal called her out to this meadow just half an hour ago.

The man she was looking for waved at her from another hill. She waved back, and hastened to join him.

"I hope that you called me here for a good reason," Erza said grumpily. "I was having a perfectly good dream."

Jellal blushed and stared at the ground. "Well..." He pointed up at the sky.

The redhead looked up and gasped. There were stars, a lot more than the ones that she could find from her dorm. They twinkled and shone down on the couple standing in the patch of grass serenely.

"I was just thinking that we could see these... together" Jellal stammered. His partner hugged him very hard, so hard that they both fell down onto the soft cushion of grass. They spent the rest of the darkness staring up at the beautiful sky, shoulder to shoulder.

Heart Attack- 1D

At first it was 1 day.

And then 1 week.

And then 1 month. 1 month since Jellal left Erza for another woman.

But then, it appeared that Erza got someone else: a male stripper named Gray. Jellal thought that he wouldn't mind, after all exes are exes... Right? But seeing her grab his arm lovingly, kissing him passionately, and visit everywhere with him, made him burn with an intense hatred that he had never experienced before. Now, had he made the wrong decision?

He most certainly did.

Artificial Nocturne- Metric

"You've got to stop this," she said, pointing to the bottles around him.

He laughed weakly. "But this is my only salvation." His drinking habit has left him passed out on the floor of his home on multiple occasions. She needed to clean up after him every single time.

She sighed at his statement. "There's other ways too. You don't need to forget, you can actually get over that memory."

He smirked. "How?"

She looked away, blushing. "Me."

Circles- Passenger

An elderly woman and man sat on the porch. Wrinkles filled their faces and hands, backs crooked and limbs arthritic. Their time has passed, and now it is the turn of their children to experience what they did.

The children were now beautiful young adults, faces full of youth and excitement, bearing the same traits as their parents. A mix of red, blue, or maybe even purple hair. Some of them have even started the cycle again, raising tiny children of their own.

"Erza," The elderly man hoarsely whispered. "This is why I never regretted loving you."