She was afraid of the dark.
She hasn't always been.
The air felt humid and she lay crying, still, unmoving. Darkness has come yet again, spilling from under her bed. It crawls out from the shadows and creeps unto, into her.
She felt the start of heat trickle against her skin, like a spark of flame. Until it spread along her body, until it felt she was being burned alive. She could make out the lines it left on her body if she mustered the little strength she had left to open her eyes.
This fire, felt so much like the fire he once wielded.
But he was gone, long gone.
And it was her fault.
So she welcomed the pain and the darkness and the evil fester inside her body even though it hurt so much and tried to muffle her whimpers by pressing her lips together.
She deserved this.
"Lucy? - shit."
And then it was cold.
She felt the frost chase away the searing heat inside her body, taking the darkness along with it. There was relief, among her guilt. And Gray leaned down to wipe the tears away from the sides of her eyes.
"All gone?"
She nods, trying to regulate her breathing.
He helps her sit up and leans her against him, wrapping an arm around her. He let his magic flow through her, warding the dark that tried to consume her. "It's the third time this week, Lucy. It's getting worst."
"I'm sorry."
He was the only one who knew how to keep the dark away.
