A/N: Inspiration from a song—Sort Of by Ingrid Michaelson. It's a really good song! Hope you enjoy!
Lucy Heartfilia. Age: 18 Hair: Blonde Eyes: Brown
Deliemma: Love. Have trouble finding closure.
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"Luce… I think we need a break. I've…. Lost interest… Moved on. So, friends. Okay?"
My heart cracked a little. Tears threatened to stream down my cheeks. I found him stunning. Pink hair, tan skin, deep deep onyx eyes. But for the sake of "us", if there is any left, I put on a show. I smile and force a giggle.
"Sure, Natsu. Friends."
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I've still not gotten over you. But what can I do? You're with her. She's perfect with her porcelain skin and silver hair. Deep blue eyes that twinkle. I'm just me. How could I ever compare? This is only the start. My emotional roller coaster worsens.
How can I bear to see you with her? When all I can picture is you with me. Holding my hand, laughing. Now she's in my place. And my heart cracks a little more. But friends is what "we" are. Friends laugh along and smile just for the sake of it. So I force myself to smile at the sight of you and her.
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If I was stronger, than I would up and go. I haven't dated a single guy since you. Tell me what to do. To take away the you. The part of me that is you. The part of me that I can't have, but that I want to have. Just when I think the pain is beginning to numb, you come back.
"I miss you. Can we try again?"
If I was stronger, than I would say no. If I was stronger, than I would leave this show. But here I am. And here we go again.
"Yes, Natsu."
A/N: Thank you to Kizerain for helping me overcome my writer's block! Please review and comment and thank you for reading!
~Ari