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I'm sorry for the last chapter. I turn into an idiot when I type too late into the night.
Miki was whooping with the crowd, stuffing her face with the cookies Rogue had made yesterday when I finally plopped back into my seat.
"You ok, there buddy?" She asked as I slipped my compact mirror back into my boot. It sounded more like a death threat than a concerned question with all those crumbs flying out her mouth but I nodded anyways as the purple haired girl beside me snorted and laughed.
Mauve was a few years younger than me but obviously had been in this guild longer than I have, I didn't know much about her except the fact that either she loved having things in her eyes or she wanted to hide something. Something deadly- because you know, that's just how most people these days roll when they wear contacts. She was pretty though and the way she always tied her hair in that low ponytail of hers really suited her so I had nothing to complain about.
Plus, anyone who was a friend of Seira was a friend of mine.
Poor soul went on a job a few weeks ago but I'm pretty sure she'll be back tomorrow at the latest.
Hopefully Mauve can hold in her freezing personality and calculative-ness until then... Hopefully.
Ahh... well, I'm not going to judge her- everyone has their flaws after all.
I know I do.
Haha...
I wasn't even going to pay attention to the fact that Fairy Tail had somehow gotten a hold of two spots in the first round or that my old team mates were there too, until the crowd roared in anticipation. I didn't even cringe at the sudden raise in volume as I looked down into the arena and smiled brightly.
Later, Miki would tell me that I practically flew to the railings and that she had to hold me back before I fell into the arena.
The bunny ears were having an epiphany as I called out, "Sting! Sting!"
Earlier that day, I had to literally drag myself into my usual seat next to Miki at the restaurant. Mauve had decided to join us and that morning, everyone made a comment at least once how Bunny Girl looked like she was dying. When Sting came in, he practically danced over to me with Frosch and showered me with flower leis and crowns. Oh and a flower pot too and somehow that put me in a glorious mood.
Maybe because it's Sting.
Sting and the fact that he was a stunner that one.
Hahah, silly me.
I must've looked a bit weird standing there and fangirling over the white dragon slayer. I was wearing my usual outfit, the chiffon uniform with the giant pink ribbon and off the shoulder sleeves; I could only imagine how weird I looked like with orange and red flowers decorating every inch of my body.
It didn't matter because I had caught Sting's attention and he was waving at me while mouthing something that could've been interpreted as many different odd and weird things when actually he just insulted me and called me a twat in front of twenty million people.
Whatever, that one orange flower was still poking out from under his vest and that was all I needed to keep myself from over examining the situation.
Because I knew he wasn't going to pay attention to me anyways.
Why would he when he saw me every day?
No, instead, his attention was elsewhere.
For seven whole years, he's waited and now he's that close.
Oh man, maybe I should just cut to the chase here and hurt myself all over again...
I knew should've considered becoming an author instead of a mage.
I can already see myself typing elegantly in some library, twisting this particular scene in a mesh of misleading words…
… and he stared, his eyes longing with a bitter cold that he longed had to keep in within the depths of his not so cold soul and cocky personality that longed for the company of his lady friends
Ahh, who am I kidding?
Anyways…
So Sting was staring elsewhere.
Not at me. Entirely. Sad face.
Not at Miki or Mauve.
Not at any of his girlfriends.
No instead, he was staring at the girl in the picture- the one so many years ago when I encountered him in the library.
(even thinking about this now broke my heart)
(again)
He was staring at the Fairy Tail girl.
He was staring at Lucy Heartfilia.
I write on pure impulse so i might not update very quickly sometimes. But keep reviewing because that's how I continue a story!
It's actually pretty hard for me to write this kind of stuff because I haven't felt anything of the sort for such a long time now. It's kind of sad; I started this story thinking that I can vent out my feelings for someone I've very much been in love with for pretty much all my life and just now I realized that I just miss him. Nothing more. Nothing less.