Hello Puddins' Its Jerza time to shine! You don't have to read the rest of my series for Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright. I nothing, Mashima owns all the lovely character we wish were ours.

There was a time you let me know

What's real and going on below

But now you never show it to me do you

Remember when I moved in you

The holy dark was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Erza felt the weight of their love on her shoulders. Sometimes loving Jellal was harder than she thought it would be, especially when he seemed bent on refusing to admit it. Everytime he found himself ready to confess those three words that were hidden just behind his lips, he would come up with another excuse. He cared for her, yes, but he wasn't ready to believe that they could be more.

And she respected that. She would never force him to cross that final line before he was ready. The past still weighed him down, and until he was braced to shed that load, she would wait forever patient. But she only wished he could at least say something about it to her. Even if it was just him saying for himself that he needed time. No, instead he only came up with excuses, and he was lucky that Erza saw through him.

She remember when they were little, how easy it had been for the two to speak. He just knew when she was scared, and exactly what to say to make her find her own strength. They had always been able to read each other, and now Erza guessed it was her time to comfort him.

Even through all this time, through the pain and the fear, they still understood each other. Because deep down they were still those children. Children who crave freedom, who crave affection and peace. And though they had changed, have walked through hell and back since then, have been torn apart by hatred, the council, and time, those two children still believed in each other.

But loving him was not all bad. Every now and then, they would lay side by side. Not a word was ever said, but over and over again their feelings were expressed. His hand roaming across her scarlet locks proved his devotion, his tender gaze confirming she was the one who held his heart. That she was his hope, his only love.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

And though neither of them made any noise louder than a sigh, Erza felt closest to him in those moments. She felt closer to that little girl dreaming of peace and love. And though those three words were never said, they were felt.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

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