A/N: Hello people! *throws confetti* I have returned after a long, grueling fight with General Writer's Block. It was just horrible. Sometimes, I sat and stared at my fingers, willing them to type, and General W.B. just sat in the background, laughing at me. But, anyways, sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Fairy Tail.

A sense of hopelessness overwhelms her.

Until she stuffs it down her throat, and ignores the disappointment and pain welling up inside of her. Lucy allows herself to focus on one emotion only – anger. Fury festers and balloons to such a size that a vivid red tinges the edges of her vision, and she can hear the blood roaring in her ears. After swallowing so many times that the back of her throat becomes dry and coarse, the blonde speaks in a low voice. "You kissed each other."

No one answers her. The silence in the corridor is deafening.

Teachers and students are staring shamelessly with their jaws on the ground.

Trembling and wishing, wishing in her head that all of this is some kind of sick joke, the blonde turns and stares at the boy in front of her. He looks at her with sad eyes, and even though Lucy can already predict the reply he's going to hand over to her, she talks to him anyways. "Natsu." Her voice cracks – the first sign of weakness. "You kissed Lisanna?"

She doesn't want to look, to hear. Lucy wants very desperately to just collapse onto the ground and curl up into a ball. She wants to pretend everything is fine. The blonde wants, just a little while longer, to revel in that moment in the infirmary, where she had hugged Natsu and she could have sworn – could have sworn – that he was about to kiss her. She wants to keep on believing that her feelings had finally hit him with the impact she had been hoping for since day one.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice quiet, almost inaudible. His eyes fall to the ground as he cards his fingers through his mussed up hair. Natsu's gaze flickers over to Lisanna, whose face is streaked with wet tears. She's still crying now – her sniffling is the loudest sound in the hallway.

Suddenly, Lucy feels murderous. Her stomach burns as she considers lunging forward and shoving her fist into Lisanna's stupid face. The blonde wants to throw a tantrum, and start a meaningless fight with that white-haired girl. Hatred and disgust and envy swell up in Lucy's chest, and her face grows dark.

These feelings are wrong, the good part of her chides.

Screw that, Lucy thinks bitterly, and narrows her eyes as Lisanna looks at her.

It's only when teardrops slip off the other girl's face that Lucy snaps out of her reverie.

This isn't hate, Lucy reminds herself, only anger. Anger and jealousy and so much angst. The blonde felt like someone had ripped her out of her fairly normal life and thrown her in some kind of poorly written, overdramatic young adult novel where angst was the only plot device that was used.

"Sorry for what?" Lucy finally chooses to say. "It's not like you have to have my permission to kiss who you want, Natsu. I'm not your girlfriend, after all." The blonde fights back her tears. The moment she had said the last comment aloud, everything seemed to come into focus at last. Reality struck her across the face and left her gasping for air. She wasn't a special girl to Natsu. She, Lucy Heartfilia, would always and forever be nothing but a friend.

Of course, just as she makes this depressing revelation, Natsu's head snaps up and he watches her out of the corners of his eyes. "But you love me."

An unbearable heat climbs up her neck and face. Around her, people begin to stare. Several hushed conversations break out, and all of them, Lucy suspected (with her Sherlock Holmes level of genius), were about her.

"…I can't see your point." Her voice is really quiet and hoarse now.

"You love me," Natsu repeats. "That's important to me."

"Then, why?!"

The outburst explodes out of her mouth before she can stop herself. "Then why did you do it?!" Lucy slides her fingers through her uneven hair in frustration. A sob wells up in her throat, and her next words come in weird, broken up pieces because of it. "How cou – could you – do – this to me?! Again? Why is it that I have to keep reassuring myself and reminding myself that you're a great person? Why do you make it so that I can't trust you in the end? Why, Natsu? Why? Why do you have to make it so difficult?!"

Natsu's eyes look like dying stars.

His mouth opens, and his next words are like cuts and scrapes.

"Will you stop loving me?"

Lucy stares at him vacantly. Tears dot the corners of her eyes, and his face becomes distorted as her vision blurs. Their whole audience grips onto their hands, their sweaters, and door frames – all waiting with their breaths held for her answer. The blonde reaches up, and her fingers chafe against the ends of her shortened hair.

Lucy leans against the wall, and shakes her head vigorously to clear it.

Her lips part, and she whispers quietly, "How is that even possible?" She rubs her warm tears off from her cheeks. "For me to stop loving you…how is that possible?"

She feels small – unimportant and silly. And she sounds broken, like a modern-day Juliet sobbing and grieving over her fallen Romeo. Except her Romeo had never loved her back. He never held her in his arms, and told her that he loved her.

Lucy blinks back tears. Maybe she was doomed to be a Calypso. Alone and falling in love with heroes but never having that love reciprocated.

Natsu begins to say something, but the blonde interrupts him.

Her voice is ice cold. "But I wish it was possible." She doesn't mean it. She wants to suck them back and have everybody forget them. Because she doesn't mean them.

"But it isn't," Natsu says, his tone even. Her head comes up and their eyes meet. "It isn't possible, and that's the important part. That's the part that matters. That's the part I care about most."

Lucy's lips part. "What are you trying to say?"

The boy's onyx eyes light up and become a dark gray.

"I love you."

Anyways, this chapter is ridiculously short because the scene I wanted to put in just didn't feel right in this chapter.

And, of course times a billion, I do not own Romeo and Juliet because it belongs to Shakespeare.

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