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Laxus's pov
Why did I let him go on that mission? I knew it was dangerous but I didn't even go with him. Why? Why the hell would I do that?
I had let Freed go on a mission where he goes back in time to save...someone, someone I'd rather not name.
I should have gone with him, but I couldn't stand to see this person again and I can't bear to see them die again if we fail. I was a terrible boyfriend.
Freed...please, don't die on me…
I felt the tears come down my face, fast and hot. It was almost like little rivers that wouldn't stop flowing no matter how hard I tried.
I decided that I would wait for him because if I just went after him I could distract him by accident and he might make a mistake and die.
Well, one month and still no sign, I made a missing poster that I hung up a while ago. Nobody knows where he is, I hope he's ok.
I was devastated, absolutely devastated. I started drinking, wanting to forget, wanting everything to get better, but it never did.
At this point in time, it's pretty easy to hide my emotions from the rest of the guild. Yes, they noticed my drinking, but I don't think that they thought much of it. I think Mira is the only one who cares at all, even if it is just a little bit.
It's been about 6 months, I cry myself to sleep every night. I don't remember the last time I went outside my room, but Mira gives me food every three hours.
She was the only one to care, so it only makes sense that she's the only one who checks up on me. She's also teaching me how to sew, that way I don't miss Freed as much when I see a doll of him.
It's been a year. I don't get much sleep and I think I might be going insane. I started seeing Freed everywhere whenever I got out of my room. I can still hide my emotions fairly well, I don't think anybody knows anything is up except Mira. For some reason, everyone thinks this is my fault. I feel like such a failure. I wish I had just gone with him. Why didn't I go with him?! I hate myself, why did he ever date me if I'm this bad?
Whenever I leave everyone glares at me it looks concerned, but nothing is as it used to be. Even Bix and Ever ignore me. This is so annoying, why am I so alone in this. Mira checks up on me about once a week because she can't stay long when she brings me food. She's the only one that listens, she's kind of like a sister to me I guess. It's hard to keep my feelings a secret now, I think I've lost him forever and multiple people have seen me break down, but they don't care. So much for a family.
Well, I don't know or care how long it been. Too long for me to even think he's alive at this point. I still lose sleep over him though.
I've been an absolute mess lately. I stay up all night, every night and so I look like a zombie. I haven't brushed my hair so that's a disaster, but to everyone else, this is the new normal.
Oh shit. Is that? No way. That can't be him, right?
Freed burst into the guild, panting, shaking, and obviously scared. I was the first to notice and I ran over to him as fast as I could. When I went to hug him though he flinched away. Weird…
Freed and I have talked and I found out that he was successful, but he was taken, prisoner. They tortured him for no real reason and he begged them to kill him. One day somebody came to the cave he was being held in and freed him. He swears it was Makarov, but I don't believe him. There's always a chance though.
Freed obviously went through some shit. I couldn't hug him or else he'd have a panic attack and I wouldn't know what to do. I felt useless. I couldn't comfort him because he would flinch away and I definitely couldn't kiss him, but I don't know why he flinches from that. It makes him cry too.
It's been about, about a week. Freed finally told me that he doesn't like hugs because when they "showed mercy" and hugged him to earn his trust, they stabbed him. He even showed me the scar. He's gotten a little better though. I can now put my hands on his shoulders without him freaking out.
So, the second week and a little more of the story. He hates being comforted because everyone else in the camp that he bonded with a made a family of sorts, they killed. They killed all the social interaction he had that was a little more relaxed. After he told me that, he buried his face in my shirt and started naming people they killed and what their personality was like, through tears of course. It was a little bit hard to understand, but I tried my best.
It's been about 6 weeks I think and Freed never really gave a straight explanation as to why he doesn't like to be kissed. I have my ideas and he's given me hints, but no straight answers, not yet at least. I wish he would just tell me the full story, I understand and respect the fact that he doesn't though.
Freed is recovering pretty quickly. I can finally hold his hand again. This morning he let me braid his hair. His hair is so silky and soft. It's so perfect. He's so perfect.
It's been a bit and Freed is doing amazing. He can't sleep in the same bed as me, but he isn't as panicky as before. I think I was the only one to earn his trust though because if anyone else gets close to him, he starts to freak out a little. I guess you could say I'm pretty lucky.
It's been one and a half years, or 18 months and everything is back to normal. I think that there is a bit of negative energy in the air though. I think it's from nobody going after Freed and nobody helping me when I was having a rough time. I sleep with Freed now and we can do everything that we used to do. He also shared the rest of his story with me, but I think it's a bit too disturbing to share. At least, in this story.
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