I do not own FT. I wish I did, although I think I'd like to live in that world more.
Chapter 4
His pink hair rustled in the wind as they walked. She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes trying to understand why she had agreed to get coffee with him. Did she really want to catch up? Did she miss him that much? Or, could she just not turn down that face that had been her best friend for quite a long time? She didn't understand. Why had he even been in the tree in the first place? Had he been spying on her? She shook her head slightly. That couldn't be it. There's no way, she thought to herself. She would just have to ask the 25-year-old, more mature looking Natsu Dragneel.
She stared at herself in the mirror, mascara and eyeliner running down her face from the water she had just splashed on herself. Giving herself a long hard look, she scolded herself, "What do you think you were doing? You know what happened. How could you let yourself get coffee with him, or even talk with him for that matter? You know you never wanted to feel that way again."
She glanced at him from across the table, like she had a thousand times in the past. They had stopped by this very cafe on the way home from school plenty of times, but that was years ago. Still, she couldn't get over the fact that he looked different. His hair was a bit longer and scruffier. From what she could tell, he looked like he worked out quite a bit, at least from his forearms when he had pushed up his sleeves. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, but it was slightly… awkward. She didn't notice the awkwardness until he asked her how she had been.
She cleaned the makeup off her face completely before heading back into the bedroom. She had the whole bed to herself tonight, and for the next week for that matter. Loke was on a yearly trip out of country for business purposes, mainly a giant conference where he would have to attempt to get others to invest in his company and see what companies would be a good investment for them. He was the best at his job after all and quite a charmer.
Lucy sighed as she pulled the covers back on the bed. She wouldn't be able to sleep, she knew. Her mind would not stop reeling with confusion, her heart feeling emotions she hadn't felt in such a long time. Was it love? Angst? Depression? She couldn't decipher one from the other. She just knew she felt like a giant ball of confusion.
The frappucino sat in front of her. Memories of previous times they had walked together through the park ending up at this cafe flooded her memory. "You remembered," she said, more for herself than for him to hear. She wanted to smile at him. She wanted this moment to never end. She didn't want to let him go. She still loved him and wanted to tell him. He's engaged and you're happy with Loke, the thought popped into her mind, bringing her back to reality.
"You're 25, Lucy Heartfilia. You're supposed to have gotten over him before you started dating Loke..." Silence. "But could I truly ever get over something like that? Like him?"
She already knew the answer to her own question. She couldn't get over him. She would never be over him, which was exactly why she had attempted to never come into contact with him again. That's why she had taken up freelancing instead of being a journalist for one specific paper. She could pick and choose what she wanted to report on and not have to worry about running into him ever.
You still love him. Just admit it. You could never love another person the way you love him. She couldn't deny her thoughts. "I do love him. "She admitted quietly to herself. "I'm such an idiot..." She buried her face into her pillow.
She and Natsu could never be together. He was engaged to Lisanna and she was with Loke. "There's no point," she told herself. "I can still love him all I want but that won't change a damn thing." She flipped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "I just have to keep moving forward." That was going to be hard though, especially if she ran into him again.
She lay for a long time staring up at the ceiling, before sitting up quickly. "I may have an idea." Jumping out of bed heading towards the office, she exclaimed to herself happily, "He may have actually given me an idea of how to end my novel."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm honestly not sure how long any chapter will be as I'm more concerned about content that length. I am trying to get onto a posting schedule also as I am able to write two to three chapters a week. (You won't get all in one week. I'm thinking one, maybe two if I like the chapter after revising it enough.) ^(O.O)^ And, thank you for all your favs, follows, and comments so far. 3 You have no idea how much it means to me. ^_^ I hope you all have a wonderful day!