prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.04
notes: Seriously, you guys are so sweet! /sobs
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She's crying.
—and he feels his heart crack a little more with every sob that rips from her throat. The world around them is in shambles, with blazing streaks of magic,
and searing streaks of tears.
But none of that seems to matter to him, as she sits and screams, sadsad face buried in her fragile hands.
(And he finds himself unable to look away.)
Somewhere nearby, Acnologia takes flight, massive wings trashing and shredding through the wind. The air is sucked away, almost like a vacuum, and it is infinitely harder to breathe, hair whipping their faces in disarray.
Everywhere he looks, friends are falling down, losing hope, slowly—painfully slowly breaking apart. High in the sky, Acnologia blocks out the last rays of the sunlight; Lucy cries harder.
And so he does the only thing he can do.
His fingers are carefully laced with hers, and the last of her tears spill over from her glassy, brown eyes. There's a barelythere flush on her pinkpink cheeks, and they exchange a ghost of smile—just for the sake of smiling.
(He's vaguely aware that this is probably the last time he'll get to see that prettypretty smile of hers,
and he misses it already.)
As they all join together in their last rush of hope, he squeezes her hand, so small in his, and whispers a silent goodbye,
as a the maelstrom of light envelops them into nothingness.
But when he wakes up, seven years later, not expecting to be surrounded by the weeping forms of his old and dear friends, there are no words to describe how he's feeling. Somehow, he makes sure the first thing is he does is find Lucy and hug her so close, she never has the chance to disappear again.
(And the relief of seeing her, smiling, shining, living, is so absolutely overwhelming,
it makes him want to cry.)
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notes: I just love this scene—don't you?