HIS EYES WONDERED OVER to the dinner table beside her bed. Well, it's been awhile. More like his bed. As he snuggled more into the blankets of the bed, his eyes flickered over to the small square table that had a little dead plant on top and a chair in front of it. The small rug underneath the plant to decorat the table had grown old.
It has been a year.
"For me, the world did end."
His own words echoed through his head nonestop, the conversation - no -, the fight that Happy and him had.
"Stop acting like Lucy was your entire world when she wasn't!" Happy stomped his foot.
Natsu's wet hair had stoaked the pillow underneath him, but just a bit of glowed skin and the blankets, pillows, sheets and bed was warm. He moaned quietly in satifaction. Her scent was growing weaker and weaker each day that it became barely a whiff to Natsu. He hadn't washed anything of hers, in fact, he hadn't let anyone in her old apartment since she had left. Not even Happy. He locked the windows, changed the locks and put an enchantment (with Freed's help of course) so that no on could get in. Even the curtains were down so that no one from the outside could see.
He was alone. In the dark. With Lucy.
Just this time, it wasn't with her.
"I miss you."
LUCY HEARTFILIA didn't sleep the night when Gray had appeared in her aparment. He had broken in and scared her, and then Natsu came in through the window and became immeditaly voilent. "If you try and break into my Lucy's apartment again-" His Lucy? Where did he come up with that? She sat in her bed, huddled with the blanket around her shoulders. She was trying to figure out the details, but evetunally grew tired and gave up.
She didn't sleep the next night either.
When she had went to the libary, she had made she to bring a knife in her purse. Lucy didn't know when the next time she was going to be attacked, so bringing a knife eased her nerves. But two things that stuck on her mind:
Gray and Natsu.
Well, people rather than things.
Going to work was a hussle. Opening her computer, answering a few emails here and there before opening up her writing. She fed Plue, her cat. Her room was clean. So was her desk. Now, she had to erase her thoughts about what had happened previous day and focus on her writing.