(they had lost the hope that used to shine in their eyes.)
The corpses are scattered on the wet ground, unmoving and slowly rotting, the biggest prove of the war that just ended. They have won, of course, but with a big price. A big big big price. That price being the tears they have to shed upon looking at their dead friends and lovers, the magic they had lost, the guilt, the 'what ifs', the funeral they had to attend later on, and the eternity of spending their life lacking of true happiness.
But for Erza, the once proud knight, she had lost so much. She lost her sister, best friends, family… she didn't even know whether she can recover or not. It was too much for her fragile heart to handle. It was just too much for her to bear. Erza killed so many, so many innocents. Once she said that she will protect her friends, but she felt that she can't even protect her hands from killing people.
Erza Scarlet despises herself.
The blood is thick in the air. Surrounding her, bathing her, sipping right into her soul.
(and they're now so dull, so lifeless, so fucking empty.)
The scarlet-haired beauty kneels on the ground, sobbing so loud she thought they would echoed through the battlefield, and then she feels a strong arms wrapping itself around her.
"Y-you…"
Jellal stands behind her, burying his head into hers, and he is also crying and Erza hope that their tears that wet the soil is recognized as a symbol of apology. As their silent words of saying 'we don't know what will happen, but we will move on… we have to.'
The dark mage (oh, how ironic to said that, aren't we all dark mages now?) turns Erza around to face him. "Do you want to dance?"
And without thinking, Erza found herself saying yes. So he guided her to the less bloody part of the temple she destroyed earlier. Jellal guided her hands to their respective place, and she smiled at how perfectly fitted they are.
"What are we dancing to?"
He pauses before replying, "Anything. Everything. The war. The death. The loss. The people who will never come back to us."
She nodded while tears are dripping on her face, "A tribute then."
"A beautiful tribute."
Thus the two mages start to dance in the most elegant way, remembering every memories they had shared with their friends, who now reside peacefully in the golden fields. They dance in the gracefulness and the always forgiving love. They dance to the sweet melody which sooth their pain and wash their fears away. And in the midst of her sobbing and his silent crying, they dance to hope.
The hope that were in their dead friend's heart until their last breath, and the hope that they will carry to the future.
(but they are healing, and over time the war only become a mere whisper in the past.)
I don't know what came up to me when I decided to write a Jerza one-shot and completely neglecting my other fanfics =v= Review?