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His steps sounded like mush in the rain. The carefully wrapped muffin was tucked neatly into a bag. His steps had slowed as he approached a small flower shop. "Welcome Jellal!" A perky voice ran through his ear.
"Good morning, Lucy." He greeted.
"The usual Lilies?" She questioned knowingly.
"Yes please."
He watched her as she wrapped the flowers. He chuckled as he remembered his cousin Natsu had always had a thing for her. He wondered, when was the last time Natsu had visited?
"Here." She handed him the flowers.
He pulled out his wallet before a hand stopped him. "It's okay. It's on me. I guess were all feeling a little sentimental today." She mumbled looking down.
"I guess we are."
"Lily's were her favourite weren't they?" He could hear her voice cracking.
"They were."
"Make sure to give my thanks."
"I will."
And with that he walked out of the store another few minutes and she wouldn't have been the only one breaking. Only, he had been broken to begin with.
His walk had felt like hours. In reality it had only been twenty minutes. He continued quickening his pace until he neared his destination. Grasping the flowers and unwrapping the blueberry muffin he placed them gently in front of his feet before kneeling to the ground.
"Hello mom, I miss you. I brought you Lilies. I remembered them being your favourite. I brought you a blueberry muffin too. Though they taste like nothing compared to your homemade ones. Lucy says thank you for everything. She misses you too. Today is going to be a busy day with the festival and all. Meredy's fifteen now. I'm twenty. Time sure does fly by. Meredy's looking for a partime job. Mom I.. ...I love you. I'll visit soon. Goodbye."
He stood and left in a rapid pace. He still couldn't tell her. He still couldn't. He felt pathetic.
He pulled at his coat before losing himself in his thoughts. "My son, a prodigy. "He's a talented boy." "Your piano playing is beautiful, Jellal."
He snapped back into reality as he was already at the foot of his door.
"Where were you? Were you-"
"Yes. Now be so kind as too leave me alone until the festival." He swiftly cut her off.
"Alright."
He nodded his head before leaving her alone in the too-large-for-her room.
She frowned and wrinkled her nose.
"Fine."
He sat in his oh so familiar piano bench across his piano that he hated with a passion. With trembling fingers he inched them closer to the piano before pulling his hand back rashly as if it had burnt him.
"Stupid piece of shit." He growled. "Why didn't you just leave with mom?" He allowed a single tear slip from his face. "Why... did you just leave?" He felt his eyes burning more and more as more and more tears ran its way down his face like razorblades.
He continued releasing built up salty tears 'till his eyes felt heavy. Craving sleep he slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep in his oh so familiar chair.
Meredy studied herself in the mirror. She'd thought she had looked pretty dang good in her summer dress and what Jellal would describe as too-high-for-school shoes that'd she been dying to wear. Her mind wandered to Jellal and his no sense of fashion whatsoever. Once he had suggested she wear a pair of sweats and black flats to a party. Now that was embarssing. She inwardly chuckled at the sheer memory. It was almost festival time and Jellal was still in his little depressing cave-hole he called a room. "I should go fetch him."
Quietly slipping in she found his face smushed against the piano...was that drool? An evil glint sparkled in those green eyes of hers before she yanked out her cellphone and took a few pictures at different angles for future blackmail.
She cleared her throat before noticing the tear marks that streaked his face. He had defintely been crying his heart out. A small twinge of guilt made its way into her chest.
Erza Scarlet had never been much of a musician. Not that, that ever stopped her. She sat crossed legged in front a cheap, black keyboard no more than a hundred. A small slice of cake took its spot pridefully alongside her along with several pieces of crumpled paper.
"I swear this note reading thing has got to be the most foriegn thing I have ever seen." She regarded the papers spread across her apartment floor. A sigh escaped her lips before she reached for the slice of cake, digging in with her fork. She stared at it with adoration before holding it to her mouth.
Her ears faintly caught the sound of the door being opened.
"Erza!"
Her eyebrows furrowed together in frusturation, her patience wearing thin. Her cake time had been delayed.
"Welcome back Lucy, early today?" She desperatley tried to hide her growing anticipation.
"Nevermind me! Aren't you performing at the festival?!" Lucy questioned angrily.
Erza raised an eyebrow.
Obviously.
Sorry this is a slower paced story but Jerza moments will be on its way :3
