Erza woke up and looked around the room for clothes. Her roommate, Cana, was still asleep. She was snoring heavily in her drunken slumber. Erza tiptoed carefully as not to wake her up.
*clank*
Her foot had collided with one of the many empty booze bottles laying about on the floor; not that it mattered. Cana kept on snoring through all the noise. Erza, although quite impressed with Cana's ability to sleep though anything, walked out into the crisp fall air and took a deep breath. It was her favorite time of day; when the sun was up but the rest of the world was not quite awake yet. She felt as though this time of day was for gathering thoughts before the start of the day.
She made her way to the edge of campus and found the main road, from here she started east and continued her journey onward. This was a long walk, but she enjoyed it. Walks gave her a chance to clear her mind, and this one had scenic views of the countryside of Magnolia. The walk was an hour at least, but she made the most of it by thinking up new plays for the upcoming game against Onibus. She wouldn't make it to practice tonight, but didn't need to tell coach Dreyar, he knew.
She made her way down the road, following the twists and turns she knew all too well, and miles later turned onto a winding dirt road. She made her way eagerly down the path, knowing she was getting closer. After walking about a quarter of a mile she stopped and smiled. There she saw her oldest and dearest friend. She ran up to him impatiently.
"Hey Jellal, it's been too long! You would not believe all that's happened in the past year; Coach made me co-capatain this year! He's really has been pushing me- but he means well..."
She spilled her heart to him, telling him the very best and very worst parts of her year. She told him about the time she got so drunk that she ended up parading around campus in a catsuit. She told him about she was taking an art class this year, and how she was afraid she'd fail it. She told him things she couldn't tell Cana, Laxus, or even didn't understand her in the same way. No one understood her like Jellal. When she finally paused she realized that there were tears flowing down her face.
"I miss you, you know that Jellal, right?"
She reached out her hand- she half expected to feel his warmth through the headstone, as though he were trying to communicate to Erza from somewhere beyond. But the headstone was cold to the touch. Erza felt hot tears gather in her eyes, then roll down her cheeks. Today made two years since she lost Jellal. It almost hurt more now than it had when she lost him, when she thought of what they could have now. Maybe they'd be going to homecoming together. Maybe they would have a movie night every Saturday night, but could never settle on a movie to watch. Instead of watching a movie maybe they'd just end up cuddling, or something more. Hell, she'd consider herself lucky if she got to have stupid petty fights with him about stuff that really wouldn't matter the next day. She wanted to be able to reach out and touch a warm, comforting human body. Not his headstone.
