It was a battle scene.
You run and run and run, yet you never seem to catch up. Catch up to the light, that's slowly drifting away.
Then, you stop. You still had the stamina, the energy to keep going on, but you didn't. Instead you stood there. Like a deer frozen in the headlights.
You forgot something, you turned around and run back the way you came as fast as you can. Your team mates all shouting at you to come back, but no one stopped you. Because they knew what you were going to do, no one had the heart to tell you.
To tell you she was dead.
You run back, feet starting to hurt, vision blacking out, but you don't care. Your mind was set on her and her only. You have to get her back, get her back home.
You, with your torn sneakers, running as fast as you can, on the rubble and ashes. You have bruises and blisters on you feet, but that doesn't matter.
Nothing's gonna stop you, until you find a tangled web of scarlet hair.
You halt to a stop, the words 'no' just coming out of your mouth, and the tears threatening to spill, come out.
Her hair was all over her face, with only the clothes she calls armor masking her body, so much blood it seems like her hair melts into them.
Her mouth was agape, yet her eyes are opened, but you know she can't see anything. The straps of linen cloth may be the only things holding her together, yet still isn't strong enough to place her back into place, she's already broken.
And the blood, it was everywhere, but you know she put up a fight, she did. On her right was her sword, and what surprises you, there was no blood on it. Not a single drop, not even a crack or dent. Nothing.
She didn't use her sword, that could only mean one thing.
She had used her mind and body.
You yell and you scream and you shout, but it doesn't awaken anybody but the screeching crows high up in the sky.
Your teammates rush up to you, trying to pull you back, but they too, are weeping. They take you by your arms, but you're stiff to the core. You feel like there's no blood left in you, no energy, nothing.
Because the one thing dear to you is already gone.
Your teammates have already stopped trying, they back away slowly, and scurry away. To save their own lives, a bystander might say.
No, that wasn't it.
They had left for your sake. You thank them quietly, but it seems it's useless anyways.
You bend down and try to lift her up, to feel her whole once again. But it feels like she's fragments now. Nothing else in this world could piece her back together.
Your teammates come running over and shouting, yelling urgently, telling you that you have to go. Or else you're a goner too. You think you should stay, to maybe see her once again in the afterlife. But you know, you'll never see her again.
You take off your necklace, the one you had since forever, and gently tie it around her neck. Her once porcelain skin now tinted with bruises, scars and blood.
The shouting becomes louder, and the words harsher. You turn around to see your teammates, they're both crying, sobbing, with no more words to rush you on. They have given up, and accepted it. But you can't.
You just can't.
But you must go, for her sake.
Slowly, the darkness rushes up, catching up to the light ahead. You give one last glance at the girl you love, and you run and you run and you run.
Into the light, and out of the darkness.
Well, seeing that I killed off Gray once, I thought it would be interesting if Erza... (._.)
-The Pokester