Item one: his coat
His coat sat on the backless settee by the foot of her bed. She hadn't left her room since she got there; lifelessly she sat with her back against the headboard trying to tell herself to chuck that memory of him in the fire and be done with it. When Lisanna and Elfman come in to bring her food and talk and she pretended to be asleep, she silently wished they would take it with them but they didn't.
It has been a few days since she returned to her family's home, her room littered with storage boxes her siblings had crammed there because they didn't think she was ever coming back and leaving that quiet house and the man half her heart. Mirajane didn't as well, just as she never thought she'd ever feel her left ring finger bare again.
She thought back to the very night that she left and took everything with her and she failed to rid herself of him. It was night, it was cold, it was the perfect atmosphere to start a fight. To bring up how she found underwear she'd never have bought in the dirty laundry from his last mission, how she didn't need to because when he came home the smell of him damned him and confirmed her suspicions. In the way of their union, she didn't say much. Just that she was done, that she didn't deserve this and that she was leaving and he'd better not follow her. But he did, all the way to their room, him hot on her heels as she stuffed her side of the closet into a bag that had previously been stored away and recently unearthed even as her hands still trembled from finding that scrap of lime green lace.
By the time she was out the door and surging into the chill of the night in a thin camisole and cotton pants, he reappeared by her side and draped that great coat on her shoulders. "Be warm, at least. I'll call Elfman to meet you halfway." She was glad he didn't try to stop her because it never took much for her to stay.
Three days later she was still reeling from shock and trying to convince herself she didn't want to go back.
note: A great deal of cheating goes on in my family which made me thoughtful. The part of me that had been there didn't want to write this, but the curious part, the foolish part, has spun some ridiculous sort of justification to why it happens in the first place. And there should never be any. That's why Laxus won't have any reasons, so sorry if you're looking for that. People can be assholes who don't have a reason to be sometimes. But anyway, I'm already too invested in this thanks to Ika, a horrible enabler in the sense that she told me- screamed at me not to write anymore angst for this storyline.