The owner of Fairy Tail is Hiro Mashima!
I am but a writer who could never be as talented as he.
How long has it been?
Seven years.
Or 84 months.
Or 378 weeks.
Or 2,647 days.
Or 63,528 hours.
Or 3,811,680 minutes.
Or 228,700,800 seconds.
All count the same thing.
The amount of time since you died.
I sit here, waiting, for you to return.
Waiting to see your golden shine, which not even wheat ripe for harvest could compare.
But my girl of golden wheat is not here.
She is somewhere out there.
My days are now cloudy, my nights cold with despair.
For I forgot to tell you how I loved your hair.
I forgot to tell you how I loved your laugh.
I forgot to tell you...
How I love everything about you.
Now I sit by a cold, gray stone which lies above your body.
I donot believe it. You cannot die.
This is a trick.
Right?
Gramps has sent me to a place where the walls are white, because I claim to see you walking around town.
They all think I'm crazy.
But I'm the only one sane.
You followed me here, and sit across the room.
You never speak, but I'm fine with that.
At least I get to see Lucy.
Today I'm strapped to a metal chair.
Accross from me is a window.
In that window, there are many in white coats.
But I do not see them.
I only see Lucy leaning against that wall behind them.
I hear a click, and a bzzt and soon everything is black as night.
I hear someone screaming.
Who is screaming?
Oh, wait.
Its just me.
Why am I screaming?
It is silent now, and dark.
I hear ragged breathing.
Is someone here with me?
No.
Its me again.
But, why can't I see?
No, wait.
I can.
I see Lucy's back getting smaller before me as the ragged breathing stops.
I cannot breathe.
I cannot see.
But I am smiling.
For Lucy.
