I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she's a constant blur.
The pictures clear
But I am still fact, she's fiction
He stared at the setting sun.
The scarlet sky painted the blue ocean a deeper shade.
He stared at the dark blue waters, his eyes searching.
He stared at the setting sun, his eyes longing.
Longing to see her.
He sighed.
He longed to run his fingers through her blood red hair, like he had done when he was much younger.
But how dare his damn soul long for an angel?
The gods were never kind to those who had lost themselves to darkness.
After all, who was he to ask for kindness if he had never shown it?
But she had always been kind to him; even he threatened to take away her precious guild, let alone her life.
He had no right to love her.
He had no right to be reason for her tears.
He had no right to be one she so desperately loved.
Fate was so cruel to him.
But he believed that he deserved it.
Then why did fate treat her the same way?
It was his curse to bear- a forbidden love for the Titania, one that his heart was unworthy to posses.
Then was it her curse to redeem him ever time he sinned?
She was light, he is the darkness.
Then why must the angel tear her wings to save the demon?
Why did she let him live, while she bore the outcome of his sins?
Why was it that she was the one that fate decide to take away and not him?
She had her friends, her nakama, yet the he was left to live while she was forced to remain a memory.
He was not worth of forgiveness.
Maybe this was truly his burden to bear.
Atonement for his sins.
And what better way than snatching away the one person who he truly loved.
The gods were always this cruel.
He cursed them.
Not because of his punishment, a one he believed that was well deserved, but he cursed them for the cruelty they bestowed unto her.
They were cruel to cause them to cross paths.
They cruel to take her away from her guild.
They were cruel to take her friends away with her.
They were cruel to her away from him.
But the again, she was never his.
He never deserved her nor her kindness.
Not in this life, not in the next.
"Jellal, we need to go" Ultear said, breaking his chain of thought.
He looked at Ultear, the member of his new guild, Crime Sorciere.
She along with Meredy were his new nakama.
The word felt so foreign to him, yet familiar.
This was his calling now.
With his new nakama, his guild, he would eradicate the darkness in this world.
The same darkness and he had given rise to.
The very same darkness that took her, his Erza away from him.
But the again, she was never his.
Not in this life, not in the next.
No, nothing has changed 'cause I'm still fact, she's fiction
Or I maybe imperfectly formed in this contradiction