Butterfly Wings

Summary: Rip off her wings and see if she can fly

(A/N): I've been in a mood to write fanfictions full of angst.

She stands, her chin held high, a smile on her face

A smile, frozen and deceiving, almost sneering yet sincere

Her porcelain skin is almost the same shade as her ivory hair

Her deep deep ocean blue eyes are focused yet distant

They focus on another memory, another life

Her smile says that she's happy, that she knew this was going to happen

And she is happy that she predicted correctly

But it's a bittersweet victory

Mira-nee once told her that if two people hold hands and you can't tell whose hand is whose,

Then they're meant to be

So that's why she asked Natsu to hold her hand when she was just a little thing

Lisanna had inspected their intertwined hands, only to find, that it was very distinct, whose hand belonged to who

She denied it. "We're still growing," her mind whispered everyday

Then she went missing and went to Edolas

She met Lucy Ashley and Fireball Natsu

It was obvious that they were meant to be

But Fireball Natsu isn't her Natsu, she told herself

Her Natsu should be with her, standing next to her as she sits in the pastel green grass, looking down at the river, sitting near the Rainbow sakura trees

Lisanna throws her head back and bites back a hollow laugh

Rainbow sakura, what a bitter reminder

The colorful petals float all around her, creating a breathtaking storm

And that's how she feels

A beautiful storm, raging and raging, a mess

Because Lisanna's blue eyes are no match for her chocolate brown eyes

Those eyes tell stories, hold galaxies, hold the universe

She herself, is so lovely. As if she's made of stardust.

While Lisanna's own eyes are just plain, plain blue

Her own ivory hair is short and knotty, nothing like the blond, sunshine locks that she has

And eventually, Lisanna goes back to the guild, only to find them there

Even though he is tan and she is pale,

She can't tell where their hands end, caramel and vanilla swirl and merge

Water runs down her face as she stands in the shower,

salty salty salty

The one place where no one can see her tears

Because Lucy is made of stardust while she is a fragile porcelain doll

And pink and gold go so well together

As the day fades into a sunset (just like their hair), she finally breaks

In her dreams, she flies with wings of glass

Then she wakes up

Her nightmare begins