Please enjoy I only own the plot. Please note that there will be a flashback for the missing info, sorry left it at school this summer.

It has been a few months and once again me and Gray are writing a song and deciding what kind.

"So we should do a love song in my opinion," Gray suggested.

"M`kay, let's get to it then," I told him. We got to work with the song that needed to be done, but it was a lot of work, especially because it was more than one song for the performance that we had to do. "Maybe we should surprise the others with more than one song," though I wasn't sure about the work it would take, or the subjects of the songs.

"That'd actually be pretty cool, but also a lot of work, better get to work," he paused. "What about?"

"I was hoping you had an idea," I sighed. I got up and stalked out of the room and came back a few minutes later with a notebook. I sat back down but this time, on the other couch that had been emptied of anyone else. I opened the notebook and started with a title-It hurts.

I see you walking down the street

You're beautiful and I know you`re taken

It`s dreadful but it`s not changeable

And sometimes I wish I never met you

Always getting heartbroken

Around you

And deep down I never had-

I never had the courage, baby

But sometimes I just think

Just think

Of you in-in my arms

I was on a role, unfortunately it was a short one, filled with so much emotion, it hurt. I didn't realize I had started crying until I felt Gray`s cool fingers caressing my cheek, wiping my tears away. I flinched a little, startled. I looked up and saw his worried face and felt guilt. Guilt for making him worry, and love someone who couldn`t stay for long. Who wouldn`t stay for long. But I knew he'd find someone so… so much better. I put a fake smile on my face and told him I was fine. He sighed.

"Why do you have to lie to me, Luce, I thought you trusted me," he half whispered. He looked hurt, I'd hurt him. This wouldn't be the last time, no matter how I wish it was. I tried to make up a quick lie.

"Gray, I`m fine, seriously. It`s just painful," I told him truthfully. It meant I couldn't stay, but I'd be watching him.

"What`s painful?" I looked away. "Please…..tell me," he pleaded. Maybe my telling the truth wasn't the best idea, as I thought.

"I-I can't, I'm sorry," I muttered. I felt a breeze and heard soft footsteps go past. He was done with me, I didn't have to worry about hurting him anymore than he already was. It was all my fault to begin with anyway. I knew it was time to go by now, there was nothing for me here. I knew I was being selfish toward my brother and sister, Laxas and Wendy.

I whipped out a cellphone(Iphone 7, nice, right?) and called my brother and sister and set up the three way call.

"Yes, it`s time, isn't it?"-Wendy

"Really, already?"-Laxas

"Sorry, but we have to go as soon as you two get here. We'll need to slip away into the night."-me

"Alright then, Luce start packing, we`ll help when we get there."-Laxas

"`Kay, bye!"-me

"Bye!"-Wendy

"Whatever."-Laxas

After that, I turned off my screen and put the phone in my backpocket. When I turned around, I saw Gray standing there wide-eyed. I took a breath.

"What`d you hear?" I asked softly.

"You…..you're leaving?!" He asked, his voice clouded by disbelief. He was shaking his head slowly, as if it would change reality.

"It`s not what you think, Gray. We were never supposed here,okay. I'm just going to where I belong," I told him cautiously. The look of betrayal that flashed in his eyes hurt me so much, my heart started to ache. The next thing I know, I'm in his arms and he`s holding me tight, asking me not to leave. Somehow, I pushed away from him and made my way to the room-his room, as I would no longer be staying here. I locked the door swiftly with him at my heels. He banged on the door.

"Lucy! Lucy, open the door! Lucy, open up already!...Luce!" He kept yelling and things like that, at that. It didn't stop, but got louder. I packed everything, realized it'd be best if I left it, then re-unpacked. I got irritated with his banging, and honestly, I didn't know what to do with him when I got ready to leave.