A/N: Hello again! :D Here's another story for the Jerza week! This one is the shortest I've written (not including "future" since I haven't finished that one yet), but I still hope you'll like it at least a bit. :)

Day 2.

Prompt: Sunset

Word count: 580

People seemed to have started taking the skies for granted. They never stop to admire its beauty anymore, being too busy with their lives down on Earth. But there are a few left, who never fail to look up, and to thank whatever higher forces there are for the opportunity to see the vastness of the sky. Jellal is one of them. As a child, he'd been imprisoned in a tower, from which only a small part of the sky could be seen; then, when he'd grown up a bit, his mind was imprisoned, and he didn't bother looking at it – he had far more important things to do. When his consciousness was finally freed, he was taken away yet again, and all hope of seeing the sky for one last time disappeared.

But then he'd been given one more chance.

And he took it, and continued to stare up at the clouds and the stars from then on. The sky fascinated him - it could change its color depending on the time of the day, the season of the year, the weather. It could be clear blue in one, then pinkish in the other moment. It could be gray, or sometimes even white. It could be black. It could be scarlet. And that time of the day, when the sky would bleed her color, that time he loved the most. The sunset. The moment when sun starts disappearing over the horizon and the moon shyly peeks out. The one moment when light and darkness collide, and the one moment they kiss, creating one of the most beautiful sights.

During the moments he felt selfish enough, free enough, he liked to think that his goddess and him were like the light and the darkness creating the sunset. He let himself indulge in thoughts of her velvet skin, her bright eyes, her soft smile… And the color of her hair. The beautiful red he'd never forget – because the sunset would always remind him. Their love, it wasn't right, they both knew it. The bad was never meant to be with the good, and good shouldn't ever let itself be touched by the bad. They were two separate worlds, so close yet so far away, and if one tried to reach out, surely the other would be able to grab on…

But it wasn't meant to be.

Still, whenever he'd see the sunset, whenever he'd witness the light fuse with the dark, he'd feel hope. Maybe, some day, they'd be together. Maybe one day, in the near or far off future, he'd be able to stand next to her, he'd be able to hold her hand, he'd be able to smile freely at her with all the love he feels and she'd be able to return the smile.

Maybe then, he could kiss her, really kiss her, under the sunset that was so like them.

But until that day, if it ever came, he'd be satisfied just spending his peaceful moments staring at the scarlet sky that bled her color, bled their love, waiting for the night to come, when the dreams of the one girl he wants and the one girl he can't have would wash over him, and drown him in the painful content and the unnerving wait.

(And then, when that moment finally came, they both shared their vows under the red sky, and the world fell into the right place, and they started their new life together, inseparable.)