A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic ever published here, I've had it for some while now, but decided to post just now. I started watching/reading Fairy Tail last year and turns out this happened.
I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing. Even though this is so sad, as it is.
Hmm... it's not beta-ed (unless you count my girlfriend who watched about two episodes only and was gentle enough to read this as beta, then it is) so there might be some .. mistakes? I'm not sure but if you do find any, please let me know so I can change this. Eventually this will be beta-ed but for now, I hope my girlfriend's and my own beta reading is enough.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Death.
That strange word that we don't really know what is like, nor the feeling that comes along before it's right in front of us. Haunting us… coming to get us whenever we're ready or not.
It was not like they weren't ready for that. To be honest, they always had it coming, they always tried to prepare for that. They left on missions knowing it wasn't certain they'd come back in one piece or even come back at all. They never knew when it could, if it would.
Yet, they tried being ready if it did so, and then be strong afterward.
But… they just didn't expect it to take their special nakama.
It was much of a shock for them, to see the life draining from her once warm brown eyes.
They stood there, some by her side, trying with all it took them to make her stay, others away trying not to look as it came to pick her from their embrace...
It was just so painful to see.
Her golden locks falling perfectly by her sides, some few at her forehead, but the sight being corrupted by the red dense liquid leaking from her wounds. It had been a while… the seconds passed by tinging her red. Her chest was almost fully covered by that, and so was her arms, legs… it was like she was drowning into a red little pound that would intoxicate anyone around just by looking, because it hurt. It was unbearable. No one believed it yet, it was not happening. Couldn't be.
Still, the smile never left her face.
She coughed, spit some of the red drops, looked around.
She raised her hand. He took it without a second of hesitation.
More coughing.
She tried tightening the grip. He cried, silent tears rolling down his face.
She whispered a goodbye, trying to reach his pink locks one last time with her free hand, but never doing so.
A loud and desperate roar echoed trough the woods and the battlefield, while a soft little blue ball of fur released his sobs and held tight the blond's arm, like if he held it tight enough, she wouldn't leave them.
From a distance, a raven haired man could be seen clenching his teeth while punching the ground, all the anger exploding in his fists as he kept from crying out loud.
The same seemed to happen with a scarlet haired woman, but instead, she crashed her sword down the ground, and paced back and forth while holding it down, lips quivering and head looking straight up to the sky, asking a silent 'why'.
The rain fell upon that tragedy, in a failed attempt to wash down all the pain they felt.
Pain.
Numbness.
They lost her.
