disclaimer: i don't own fairy tail, or the swedish song vem kan segla förutan vind, literally, "who can sail without the wind"
title: vem kan segla förutan vind
summary: Two friends; hand in hand.
dedication: to hiro mashima for creating such a work
notes: written chronologically backwards
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Who can sail without the wind,
Who can row without an oar,
Who can leave behind a friend,
Without just one tear to pour?
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six
Wendy knows it's Doranbolt. She shifts and grasps Charle's hand.
Hand in hand; hand in hand. Forever.
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five
She presses the button.
The world turns explosion-colored.
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four
They close their eyes and million vivid memories race through their heads. They look at each other.
Strong, uptight Charle is crying. Wendy is too – but she is brave – she has achieved dragon-force – would Grandine be proud?
She thinks of Porylusica. She thinks of Master Rob.
She thinks of Charle.
Little, weak Wendy is crying.
Strong, brave Wendy is ready to die.
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three
"Get away from here, as far as you can," she says. "You can be saved."
Both of them know that if Charle doesn't leave, Wendy's not going without her. After all, what have they been through? Who knows the other better than themselves? What meaning is there after their counterpart is gone?
"No," Wendy says.
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two
"The future is blank, Wendy," she confesses. "If I press this, we will die."
Wendy's large eyes widen. Charle remembers when they used to be small. Small and innocent.
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one
Charle is more proud than sad. She knows the future – she's seen it – but look, her Wendy's strong. Her Wendy isn't weak.
Her Wendy is all grown up.
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I can sail without the wind,
I can row without an oar,
But I cannot leave a friend,
Without just one tear to pour.
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