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Warning: Spoilers for chapter 513 and onward.
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Drabble Babble #11
Ember
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This isn't how she imagined it would be.
His skin - as bare as her own - is cool to the touch. Laying next to him, Lucy can feel the heat draining from her body, but she can sense no change in his temperature. Natsu is never cold; never still. It is wrong. All of it is so, so wrong.
They are both naked, laying side by side as if they were lovers but the setting, the circumstances, are all wrong. This is not her day dream of waking up with him beside her, his pulse humming under her ear. There are no sleepy grins, and certainly no laughter. Cold stone bites into her hip and shoulder through the thin layer of itchy straw, and instead of her thick comforter they are covered only by a scratchy blanket they found in the corner. Around them are the worried faces of their comrades, each of them with a thinly veiled prayer reflecting in their eyes.
This is not the intimate moment she once imagined, it is a nightmare. Beneath her dirty palms, Natsu is dying. She presses herself against him as tightly as she can, drapes a leg over his and tries to encircle him as much as her body will allow. She thinks if she could just get closer, if she could just smother him with love and warmth, then maybe the panicked beating of her heart might encourage his own. Tears cling to the corners of her eyes, but she hides them from the others by pressing her face into his neck and bites her lip in an effort to stifle a sob.
In a whisper, full of grief and heavy with fading hope, she begs him, "Please, please don't leave me."
AN: Have a drabble, because I couldn't let this be about fan service.