A/N: And, this is the last drabble I have for this collection! As I said (way too many times) already, I might post something here again, but for now, think of it as "completed". Thanks to everyone who followed/favored/rewied! :D
The last drabble is Jerza, from Jellal's POV, in a modern AU. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Title: The door
Summary: To him, it's an impassable obstacle.
Word count: 631
When he'd see those scarlet locks flutter about as their owner would run towards him, Jellal's day would brighten right away, no matter how bad it was up until then. Whatever had happened, she had a unique power to help him through it, or make it ten times better than it already was. But that was just Erza. Kind, bright, strong, with a heart made out of the sweetest, softest material on Earth. She's his best friend, and the one person he would do anything for.
So of course that he'd be her shoulder to cry on when she'd get heart broken. He was her best friend,as well. He'd always be there when the jerk she was seeing at the moment would make her cry. He'd hug her, comfort her, spend the day (or night, whenever she needed him) trying to cheer her up by eating her favorite cake with her, or playing their favorite game, or sometimes watching a romantic comedy, in which the bad guy always paid for everything he did and the good guy who was always there for the heroine would finally get his happy ending with her.
Those times, he'd try to ignore the irony behind their situation.
He can't help it. He's a coward that has made one too many mistakes in the past, and he certainly didn't deserve the warmest person he's ever met. Besides, she had never even shown the smallest hint of feeling something more than friendship towards him, and he'd never risk the bond they had. So he always sucked it up. He always tried to ignore.
But those damn feelings kept crawling back into his heart and mind, and sometimes he felt like he was loosing control, going insane, because a little voice inside his head would appear every now and then, taunting him, teasing him, daring him.
And there were times when he'd give in to the provocations.
He'd run, run like a madman, run like there was no tomorrow and the world was falling apart. He'd run with one goal in his mind, determined to reach it. It didn't matter if it rained, or if the wind was harsh, or if the sun above him scorched any and every man crazy enough to show its face to the blazing star. He'd run, never losing his direction. He'd run to her. His heart would beat erratically, his breath would fall short, but he'd run and run and run, and no one would be able to stop him. He'd hastily climb the stairway to her home, and the adrenaline would make his blood climb up to his brain, and he'd see red, and he'd feel red, and at that moment he'd be ready to take on the whole world.
And then he'd stop in front of her doors.
And just stare at them.
His heart beat would suddenly slow down, and his breathing would become deep and shaky, and his brain would finally start working the right way.
Only a knock away.
But he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it.
So he'd stand, and stare, and hope that some miracle would happen and help him by destroying those doors, because he can't overcome them alone. Many times he found himself standing in front of those doors, rendered useless, unable to overcome a simple obstacle in the form of woods joined together. He'd stand and wait.
"Just open the door."
"Open the damn door."
And, like every other time, his knees would buckle and he'd fall, cursing his own cowardice and inability, laughing at the pathetic man he was. Then, he'd slowly get up, turn away, and leave.
And tomorrow, he'd be just her best friend again, and she'd never know of the turmoil inside of him.
Once again, thank you all! :)
PS: JustMe, the one who reviewed on chapter 22, though I do agree with you that Juvia is much more than just a fangirl, I'm afraid I can't write what you asked of me, as I don't think I'd do a good job. Sorry. :)