A/N: Hey thanks for clicking on my story I've decided it's going to be collection of one-shots which will hopefully be different from any other one-shots you've read before. They'll range in length, genre and characters so enjoy!
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Why?
It was dark and it was quiet, there was not a cloud in the matt black sky and the wind didn't whistle its usual eerie tune as it gently tugged on the tips of thousands of grass blades. Not even the night's crickets dared to make a noise as to not draw attention to their small insignificant beings. The street was deserted leaving nothing for the houses which stood ideally to look over.
I lied… It wasn't completely dark, nor was it completely quiet.
It was bright, the light of a single house illuminated the street basking it in a gentle yellow warm glow, while the wind softly whistled a soothing tune in the night's air. The 'matt black' sky wasn't matt black it was glimmering, reflecting the light of the moon giving it a majestic look. Although the night's crickets didn't make a noise another, louder noise filled the street. The heavy panting of two people could be heard as they breathed in sync.
One of the two people a man with raven hair, styled in a sticky, messy mop stood on the door step of the bright house staring intensely at the second person, who was stood in the doorway of her house, a petite girl with equally sticky wavy blue hair.
She was frozen, frozen from shock.
Why?
Why now?
Why her?
He didn't belong there; he wasn't supposed to be there. He had rejected her, chosen the blond celestial mage to stand by his side instead of her.
He had crushed her heart with his icy hand. Grabbed it and twisted it, frozen it and then shattered it into a thousand sharp shards.
She had been humiliated and shamed in front of her guild mates so much so she hadn't shown her face in the guild hall in over 2 months.
Tears poured from her eyes in thick watery lumps before landing on the floor to join the small puddle of other fallen tears.
Why…?
Why was he standing on her doorstep drenched from head to toe in thick red blood?
Blood… that's what had made his hair sticky and messy.
His usually flawless hair was partially dyed red as well as his white top and grey shorts which clung to his body. His smooth face was also stained red with drops of the red bodily fluid as it trailed down his face in a manner similar to that of a tear.
Why?
Why was he covered in so much blood yet not have a single cut on his face nor was a single injury visible on his pale skin?
It was obvious, the blood wasn't his own…
So why?
Why was he covered in blood that was not his own?
The two mages stared at each other as one last question dawned on the petite female.
Why was she bleeding?
A/N: So... how was it? Feel free to drop a review I'm open to constructive criticism and any ideas you guys might have. If you guys enjoyed this story I recommend checking out one of my other stories: Juvia's very graphic, intense and vivid dream
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