notes: chapter 488 kinda killed me; it hurt to see them cry (mashima's an ass for doing that to one of my beloved ships)
"I entrust my future to you."
She stands atop a cliff overlooking the valley beyond.
The grass beneath her is charred, much like the rest of the plain that seemed to roll endlessly into the horizon. Evidence of a harsh battle of magic blotted the areas; most of Fiore was in shambles.
Her eyes were bloodshot; her skin marred with cuts and bruises and dried blood. Her hair was a tangled mess, matted with blood and caked with dirt. She looked pretty much like her comrades, all torn and bedraggled from their respective fights.
But unlike them, she didn't wear a bright and pretty smile.
She smiled bitterly, feeling envy eating away at her heart as she watches battle-worn mages rejoice.
The battle was over, but not in her head.
This was one of the times she cursed herself for being an avid reader.
This was one of the times she hated books.
This was one of the times she hated happy endings.
Because as happy she may be for the whole fiasco to end on a plus note for them, she still didn't get her happy ending.
And she curses the books for putting ideas into her head.
Because no matter how vivid her imagination is, she knows she won't get him back.
notes: i don't really have friends who love ft as much as i do so i don't have anyone i could rant to so i put it here; oh did i ever mention that this is my first ever attempt at writing something Levy-centric? anyway, i'd like to hear your thoughts on this