A/N: hôłå

I love nature, and anything that is not manmade. I could literally write an entire paper about it. I have faith that people suffering from depression or anything close to it can find the passion that I have for nature. There's more than just school and the life at home. Just look up and see how big the world is. Just don't give up ? ﾟﾤﾗ❤️I personally don't know you (yes you the reader), but I love you guys.

Revelation of the stars and the beauty of the ancient wind swirled around the young blonde, and she slowly begun to realize as she gazed at the sky.

She didn't notice before how bright the night can get with the moonlight shining through the clouds. The rustling of the leaves and branches, resisting the strength of the gentle wind.

The individuality of nature seems to be so much more gentle than the individuality of humanity. Or more specifically, her father.

Maybe Mira was right. She needed closure and talk to her father and not let him control her fears any longer. She needed to take control.

All she ever wanted to it to all end. The fear. The despair. The agony. Running away was only a temporary solution to the incident of her situation. And Lucy felt very tired of it all.

Self inflicting harm seemed to help, but her other friends seems to be infuriated with her, and interfered with her life. It was her life and not theirs...

But the pain won't stop. Maybe Mira's advice will end it once and for all.

Just the thought of approaching her so called father repulsed her. But last she heard, Erza has thrown him in jail. So there would be bars between them.

But little did she know, her father had already broke out.

...

It had been a week and Lucy had made a habit of sneaking out at night and enjoying the gentle night, and then returning back to the house before any suspicious was raised.

Staring at each individual stars, she felt small, but she didn't feel alone as well. It was the peace she was seeking. The twinkling gleam as the stars shined in the sky, giving birth to a wide variety of beauty that existed in the sky.

The sounds of the animals nearby was also soothing, living their own little world as if nothing else matters. Untouched by the terrorizing individuality of certain corrupted people, nature was calling out to her, to share with her the beauty of what had been in front of her all along.

Then a rustling noise was heard from the bush, alerting the blonde. When the a familiar figure appeared and approached the young blonde, Lucy felt revolted. A sick sense of familiarity wanted her to break down. But that was then and this is now.

"What are you doing here!?"

...

Erza woke up with a start, having a terrible feeling in her stomach. She turned to the bed where Lucy had been sleeping and noticed she was gone. And she knew where she was. The first night she sneaked out, the redhead had to follow, curiously wondered what she was doing. But she could see that the blonde had found her peace.

But nonetheless, the sick feeling in her chest was still there, and it was her instinct that something was wrong, and she needed to do something.

She quickly equipped in her appropriate armor and dashed out her house in search of the blonde to make sure that she wasn't in any danger.

...

Lucy herself wasn't in any physical danger, but she was in a denial with how she should approach the man before him. Speechless and calculating, the blonde stared at the man before her with anger and hate.

"Lucy. I've heard what you been doing to yourself." The said, breaking the long silence between them.

"Since when did you care?" Lucy sneered with venom in her voice.

"Since I've realized what I had done. And I'm so sorry."

"I wonder what my mom would say to you. For the things you had done."

The man that stood before her, the broken misguided Father fell to his knees and bowed on the ground. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I want you to know how much I am sorry."

Lucy wasn't expecting this, but she didn't let it show on her face. "Aren't you supposed to be in jail?"

Jude then stood up back to his feet. "Some of my close friends helped me escape. Don't worry. I intend on returning back. I know that you won't want to visit me, not even once. So wanted to come to you and apologize in person before it's too late."

Lucy remained silent, keeping the fact that she was actually planning on meeting him, and set things straight. But not this soon. But this is life, so she'll have to do it now.

"When I lost her, your beautiful mother, I felt life a piece of me was missing. And you looked so much like the woman I had wed. It broke my heart every time I saw that same glimmer in your eyes."

"You expect me to have pity on you? I lost her too." Lucy frowned.

"A piece of my beautiful wife lives inside of you, and you are growing to be a fine young woman, just like her." Jude smiled with hint of sadness. He reached into his pocket and brought out a piece of paper and extended it to the blonde.

"This is the location of your mother's grave. I had it moved to a safer location near here, so you can visit her whenever you need to."

Lucy stared at the piece of paper, and then back to the man. "If I take this, would you go back to jail and never bother me again?"

Jude nodded silently, still waited for the blonde to take the note.

Lucy liked the idea of visiting the grave of her mother every once in a while. So she carefully grabbed the note and quickly pocketed it.

"I doubt she would even forgive me for hurting our only child. So Lucy, I want you to live your life with no regrets. And my only advice I can give you is just be yourself."

Lucy didn't say anything to that, instead, she brought her fist up and punched the man in the face as hard as she could.

"That's for everything you did!"

Jude wasn't surprised by the violence, and he deserved that.

"Now go back and rot in your cell!" Lucy yelled, holding her fist that she used to punched her father in the face. She may had broken it...

"Goodbye. And I'm proud of you." And it was true. Jude was proud of her, regardless of her tendencies of self infliction. She was no longer that little girl he used to know.

Lucy watched as the man walked away, leaving the blonde alone with the disturbed quiet night. And boy it was a wild night.

...

Erza watched the entire scene unfold before her. And she felt very proud of the blonde for standing up for herself.

Watching the blonde in particular, she just stood her, staring at the piece of paper that Jude had given to her. Erza made a split decision to make sure the vile man go back to where to was supposed to be. Why he had broken out and not wait, we'll never know. (Oh wait, Lucy and the readers do, duh, but Erza didn't know that... shhhh)

Taking care of that vile business, Erza then made her way back to where the blonde was. But she was no where to be found. Panic rising, Erza started to look everywhere for the young blonde.

Thankfully, it didn't take the redhead knight long to find the blonde. And the mere sight of what she saw broke her.

Lucy sat in front of the large statue, crying into her arms, trying to contain her sniffles. But as you can see, she failed spectacularly.

Erza was in a pickle. How should she approach the blonde. What could she even say? What can she do? Will Lucy push her away? Hug her?

The mindless debate within Erza's mind took a long time that she just stood there watching Lucy with sadness. There was nothing she could do.

"...Erza." Lucy croaked out in between sniffles. She may be a weakling, but she is observant with her surroundings, and heard the girl approaching from behind because of the clanking of her armor.

The aforementioned girl tensed at her name being called. "Yes Lucy?"

"Can you sit with me?"

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