In any other circumstance, she wished it would last forever.
He looked so peaceful lying there, head in her lap. Images of their future together flooded her mind. They would revel in Fairy Tail's victory. She'd finally confess her feelings toward him, and maybe he'd accept. They would fall in love, get married, have children. Be together, like they were supposed to be. Iron and Ink, the Shrimp and the Dragon Slayer.
Levy's thoughts were foolish, for those days would never come.
Levy pushed the errant, blood soaked hair from his face. A broken smile cracked its way across her stained face. She remained in the place where the dragon struck Gajeel down; where she'd choked and wailed until her body was breathless and numb.
Her head snapped up as soft and stumbling footsteps approached her from behind. The blue haired mage whipped around, mustering her feeble strength to fight off what lay ahead. To protect her lost love.
She didn't expect to find her best friend before her.
"Lu-chan!" she sobbed, trudging as far as her legs could bear before collapsing into Lucy's body. Only one arm encircled her.
The two wept into each other, as the dawn began to creep over the ruined and body-strewn city. But, at the very least, they had each other.