This is a drabble like story for Erza and her thoughts when Jellal was taken to prison. I hope this is somewhat good. I don't own anything.
Why? Why is it that he always disappears right in front of me?
The first time, he saved me, but fell into the darkness. I was weak. Too young, too naive, too in love, too weak against him. I couldn't do anything but cry. I was tired of crying. Stronger... I had to be stronger, I need to be stronger. Strong enough so that I could save everyone, so that I won't cry.
The next time we met, I was stronger. But I still wasn't strong enough I didn't know what happened to him after that. I believed that he was gone, but at that time I didn't know if I should feel relived or sad, I didn't know if I should cry or smile. All I thought was that he was gone and I couldn't see him anymore. He had fallen too far into the darkness. Too far for my weak hands to reach.
But he wasn't gone. He still existed. he's still here. I found out that when we were fighting against Oracion Seis. He had lost his memory. I thought that he was finally awake again from that nightmare he went through, that he could finally be free just like how he wanted for all of us so long ago. But the sins from the past couldn't be forgiven. He disappeared, again he leaving to a place where he'll suffer more!
I know I could have done something, I could have helped him. I wanted him to stay with me, but I could see his own pain. He doesn't want to drag anyone else along with him. I had to let him go despite wanting him to stay more than anything else.
There's still good in him! Why couldn't others see that? He wasn't evil anymore! But I know that he can't stay. He can't be with me.
If only I was strong enough to help him, if only I was stronger in the past... Maybe none of this would have happened. But it's too late for maybes...Far too late...Why couldn't I be stronger?