The feels...
It was probably the first time in his life he had ever been this happy. Everything was perfect, like it was some kind of happy-go-round dream. Until he felt something wrong.
Something very wrong. She stopped kissing him back. The black mage pulled away, just in time to feel her body go limp.
No.
No...
This couldn't be happening. Maybe...maybe she was asleep.
She was supposed to be immortal, goddamn it! He held onto her limp body desperately, tighly.
"Mavis," He begged. "Mavis...please...". He couldn't even hear her breath. All he wanted to hear was her cheerful voice saying she was okay.
See her smile.
Hear her kind words.
Why?
Why did he have to kill everything he touched?
"Mavis...," He choked on his tears. "Mavis, c'mon, this is no time to sleep".
"If...if you wake up, I'll let you call me Mr. Black Wizard".
"I'll let you call me 'dear'".
"You promised we'd cure the curse".
"We can play games".
He was too lost in his encouraging words to accept reality.
…...
"Mavis...," Zeref whispered, sliding his hand on the crystal. He smiled at the body that was held in Lumen Histoire. "Hang on, we'll be able to see each other again, I promise. We can be together again".