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To say Erza looked exhausted was an understatement. She was a walking mess. Her scarlet hair was unbound, streaming down her back in tangled knots. Her brown eyes were shadowed, it almost looked like dirt was smeared underneath her lids. Her skin was a pale sickly color, her armor was practically hanging off by the straps—as if she had been to tired to fasten it properly.

Everyone stayed out of her way, their faces terrified when they spotted the S-class wizard stalking towards them. Everyone except for Mirajane, who simply looked the same as ever. As soon as Erza entered the guild everyone—even Natsu and Lucy who were arguing about the usual—fell silent. They could practically feel the negative energy radiating outwards from the woman.

"Hi Erza!" Mira waved cheerily, probably because she was the only one who could take her on in a fair fight.

Erza let her eyes flicker over the group of assembled guild members, and a brief flitting of relief let itself be shown on her pretty features. She ignored everyone else and walked to the bar, anyone in her way scrambling to get out of it.

"Good morning," she ground out to the barmaid, "can you get me a beer?"

"Sure thing," Mirajane took a tankard from the cabinet and filled it to the brim with foaming liquid. "What's on your mind today?"

What was on her mind? It could be a variety of things: a job, Gray, strawberry cheesecake, Jellal, her rent, Gray, Jellal, Gray, Jellal….Gellal!

She slammed her head on the table and let out a groan which attracted several odd looks considering she hadn't spoken a single word out loud.

"Bad day?" Mirajane questioned, her blue eyes all knowing.

"Yes," Erza moaned—although she couldn't begin to explain the events that unfolded the night previously….

"You are utterly drunk," Erza said, her brown eyes narrowing slightly in distaste as she wrapped her arms around his body, holding him upright.

"Yup," Gray slurred, as the scarlet haired mage practically dragged him out the guild hall per Mira's instructions, heading towards his house to make sure he got home safely. She could hear Juvia's frantic cries echoing after them—protesting that she hadn't been the one chosen to take her beloved Gray-sama home.

"You shouldn't have challenged Cana," she chided, but didn't really expect him to remember this in the morning.

"I didn't," he said, "I drank this on my own being."

"That makes no sense," Erza sighed, "are you trying to say you did this to yourself on purpose?"

"Yus." He said, burping. She could smell the alcohol on his breath—but it didn't matter to her at the moment. She wanted to know why he would even consider drinking himself to this… terrible state.

"Why would you do that?" she asked him, like she would a small child.

"Because of you," he answered, his words still slurred. She stopped their awkward stooping walk for a moment—glancing down at him with wide brown eyes.

"Why me?" She questioned.

"You started dating that bluuee haired basstard. I hate him more than Natsuuu," he said bitterly, his whole face crumpling.

"Jellal?" she asked, frowning. Why would Gray have a problem with her dating Jellal?

"Yeah, that son of a bitch doesn't deserve you."

"And who does?" She asked him—writing this off as brotherly love.

"No one does," he pronounced properly, "but I belong with you." And he kissed her.

Even in his drunk state, Gray was a good kisser. His lips were cool and tasted of beer—but he smelled like Gray—like pinecones and freshly fallen snow. She found herself kissing him back, her lips fitting his like a jigsaw puzzle.

Erza was confused. Her whole brain was muddled, because Gray had changed her. He'd captured her with her lips—and even if she'd left in him in the cold after the kiss occurred—it still haunted her now, she wanted more—

But she was supposed to be dating Jellal.

Part of her loved being with Jellal, he was shy and sweet, did everything she asked—got her strawberry cheesecake everyday, always made sure he never took things to far—and never ever fought with her. He seemed to take her words like something from the religious books, and did everything in his power to make her happy. With him she was content.

But Gray. Gray. He was brash and thoughtless, wasn't afraid of her breaking if he kissed to hard—was cold and sharp and had a temper to match hers. He dared to argue with her at times—he fought for what he believed in, he knocked over her cheesecake if he thought she was eating to much—made her laugh, never had once made her cry—and let's face it… the boy was sexy as hell with his shirt off. Like hot damn.

"You're probably facing some choices in your life right now Erza," Mirajane said slowly, polishing a glass carefully, as if she knew the dilemma going on in Erza's head. "But I want you to consider this."

Erza's eyes flickered up to consider her. "What?" she asked despite herself.

"Some people deserve to have their hearts broken—and they know they do. Some however, don't." and with that the barmaid marched off to fill Wakaba's mug.

Erza sighed again—and then it happened. Her moment of clarity.

"YOU STUPID IDIOT!"

"OH YEAH ICE PRICK?"

"WANNA GO FLAME BRAIN?"

Erza turned around—half a mind to tell them to shut the fuck up—when she realized what Gray was doing. He made a shield to prevent a chair from hitting her. He turned around, and she smiled.

"Thank you for saving me," she said, and he shrugged.

"It was only a chair."

No it wasn't.