Erza caressed the balcony fencing.
Fiancée.
That very word makes her laugh.
Pathetic, really. It's only been a little over three months since her reappearance.
But for him. The dismayed feeling of not seeing her for over seven years.
She sighed. He probably thought she was never returning.
And then.
"Erza?"
She perks up. Before abruptly turning to meet his gaze.
"Jellal, I was just-"
"It's cold." He noted. "Tomorrow is the last day of the games. Surely you should rest?"
She smiled. Perhaps he was the Jellal she once knew.
"I can't sleep." She adds. "The cool air helps me think clearly."
He walks over. Then places a cold hand upon her cheek.
"You've been out here a while. What could be so important?"
She brushes his hand away.
"It's nothing. I'm just glad. Glad we're able to be same again."
"Erza-"
"Goodnight, Jellal." And she walks away.
"It's nice to see you again too, Erza."
She stops, dead in her tracks.
"Your fiancée, huh?" She turns. Staring down at him.
He hesitates to stare back.
A gulp. "Yeah. What about her?"
"Even I could lie better than that."