It was to small. If you looked at it from a stranger's point of view it would have seemed fitting. Petite just like the person who laid inside. Compact just like her. Cobalt blue to compliment her soft blue locks. The perfect transport into the afterlife for the beloved Levy McGarden. But not to him.
It was too small for her big ideas and even bigger brain. For the overflowing amount of incite she held inside of her. Far too insignificant in comparison to the mind he would never let anyone know confused him to no end. He could still remember the his first conversation with her. Going off about some crazy shit he couldn't even begin to understand. He could still hear her voice when she finally cracked whatever code she had been working on. It was so full of life. So much like her. Now it was gone and he couldn't fathom a life without her ever present joy.
It was too small for a girl with a heart as big as hers. He had joined the guild expecting the cold shoulder, and he was fine with that. In his mind he deserved every bit of hate she could have thrown his way and he was prepared to take any blow coming his way. And that's exactly what he did, just not from the person he was expecting. Instead her idiotic partners had a hay day with him. Then that fucking spark plug butted his head in. She just stood watch, calling out for everyone to stop. For them to stop abusing the man who and branded her like a cow. After that he knew, for the first time since Metalicana left him, that he had someone he could trust. They became closer and eventually you could see the affection and admiration shining through her when he was near. The girl he had cut down not even a year ago was now one of his most precious people. And now she was gone. No more warm eyes to ebb away at his cold iron heart. He was sure he would freeze to death without her.
It was too small for someone who was such a monumental figure in his life. For someone who could turn his hard iron exterior into something as soft as cesium armed with only a kind smile and a soft laugh. Who could tame the raging beast inside him better than anyone else. For a girl who could make the same beast rear its ugly head with the strength of a thousand men if a single hair on her adorable blue head was severed. For a girl who made him give a damn about what happened to himself and those around him. For a girl he wasn't sure he could live without.
Yet here he was, standing in front of a coffin that was far too small.
