"I'm not worth it."
Instead of walking away, instead of ending this conversation, because damn she just never got it, Erza rested her hands on those wet and pale cheeks, leaning in and claiming her lips. The knight wasn't going to let this happen. Not after years and years of nobody saying anything, nobody being there, nobody even trying. "Yes you are." And she kissed her again.
Her lips tasted like winter, cold and bitter, from snarks, curses, everything, but they were greeted with the gentle, warm press of a pair that only wished for the best. "You are."
This was all she had. There were no arguments, no shouting, only tender kisses. Because truly, that was the only way for Minerva to see herself like Erza did. And someday, someday she would. She just needed a little time. A little push.
Once more. For her. Always and only for her.
Erza brushed a stray strand of dark hair away from her face. "I love you."
She was sobbing now, letting it out from all the times that phrase was told to her. All but too few times it was meant. But that shouldn't be a problem from now on.
Her vocal chords had seemingly been ripped out and shoved back in, for there was no sound coming from her mouth. Trembling, and latching onto an anchor so waves wouldn't carry her away.
After a little while, she was still. Still.
Still breathing. Still with those ambitious, glowing emerald eyes. Still enough for Erza.
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