Warning: Things get tragic. Heed my warning but please do go on!

Erza's POV

Good people exist. Heroes exist. My family is known for the heroic women in it. My grand mother runs a guild and my aunts are all in it. They protect people and keep them safe. I don't have the magic needed to be like them. I never minded. I just want to be able to protect Lucy.

...But I wish I had it now. I wish I was brave enough to fight and not just run. I wish I was strong enough to be like the women before me and protect my own. I wish I was able to save my parents. But I'm not and I couldn't.

I hear another girl's cries. I find her. She's about Lucy's age and has purple hair. She's calling for her brother and crying. Out in the open and I can hear the men who caused the chaos in my home to be happening. I lead her off and have her hide in an empty crate. I'm not strong...but there are people weaker than me and I'll protect them if I can. "Stay here."

"What about you?" she whimpers.

"I'll find somewhere else to hide."

"There's one!" a man hollers. I jerk to the side and see three men. I run, running faster than I ever had. I loved to run, but now it wasn't a pleasure, just a defense since I couldn't fight. They catch me and I feel hands press over my mouth and nose. I can't breathe. It's all going fuzzy. It goes black but I don't think of my parents. All I think is...

Does this mean I'll never see Lucy again?

Lucy's POV

I sit outside my parents' room. I can't be in the room when the doctor is checking up on my mommy. She became really sick all of a sudden. It kept getting worse after that. A few weeks after we found out she was sick Erza stopped visiting. I don't know what I did wrong…she just stopped. I ask my daddy but he just grimaces and tells me to go back to my studies. I ask my mommy but she just frowns and says that it wasn't my fault, but I feel like it is. I even tried calling the Floras but they never pick up anymore.

Mommy keeps getting weaker. She used to always take walks around the garden but now, she hardly even gets out of bed. Sometimes, I get to crawl into bed with her and she reads to me but usually she has to rest.

My father has become more secluded. He talks with the doctor about my mom, gives her what she needs and then just goes to his office. I try to go in there but he just shoos me away.

It's been six months since my mommy got sick. I sit in my room hugging to my doll and look down at her little dandelion crown. It's all dead and wilted. Erza made it for her the last time she came to visit about five months ago. She smiled as she put it on and said that now my doll matched me. She promised me she'd always be there but why isn't she here now? She said she'd be there but she isn't. She left when I needed her most. That isn't what a wife does.

My father walks in. "Lucy, your mother wants to see you…"His voice is full of sadness. I stand and walk with him to the bedroom. The doctor stands outside along with some of the maids. They weep and the doctor is just stoic, mumbling 'I'm sorry' over and over again. I walk in with my father to see my mother laying in the bed. Her cheeks are hollow and she looks tired. She's so much thinner than she was six months ago and her pale skin has a sickly grey tint to it.

I crawl into bed next to her. "Mommy…"I hug her but I'm gentle with her, I know she's weak.

"Sweetie…"She strokes my hair. "You have to promise you'll be strong. I love you so much…"

I start to softly cry. "M-mommy you're speaking like you're going to die…y-you said things are going to be okay…"

"Things will be okay." She kisses my forehead. "Grow up and know that I'll always be smiling down at you from heaven. I'm not gone forever, darling." She takes my hand and places her celestial keys in my hand. "Here are some friends to protect you."

"Your celestial keys…mommy…you said never to touch these."

"When you're older, you'll need them." She kisses my cheek. "I love you, my little girl." She kisses my other cheek. "Promise me you'll try to be happy in life." She whispers in my ear, "all answers you want from me I'll give if you ask."

I have so many to ask but one hangs in my head. "Where is she?" I ask.

She frowns. "Sweetie…I don't know. None of us do."

"But…"I cry harder. "Mommy…"

"Shh…"She drags her thumb over my cheek, wiping away the tears. "You'll fall in love again. But...If she's the one you'll find her." She kisses the tip of my nose.

"Is this the last time I see you?" I whisper.

"For a long, long time."

I rest my head on her shoulder. "I don't want you to go."

"I love you…my little star. My blessing…my everything."

"Mommy…I…"Her hold loosens and she lays back. Her eyes draw close. "Love you, too."

I get off the bed and hug to my father. He doesn't hold me. He's stands there, not moving. He's cold. I miss Erza's warmth even more.

"D-daddy…"I look up at him. He walks out, pulling me with him.

Lucy's POV

A few days later we had mommy's funeral. The Floras aren't there. They would've been here. I know they would have. What did mommy mean? Did they go to heaven like her? How did they end up dying? They...they can't be dead. They just left. Erza just left.

I hate her. I hate her. She left me when I needed her. That's not what a girl does to a girl she loves. I hate her. She gave no warning, a word would've been something, but she just walked away. She's heartless! So heartless...I needed her, I cried alone with no one. I stand here alone. I hate her and I never want to see her again. Who could love one who just abandons you with no word?

I hold tighter to Michelle. The dandelion crown, wilted and dead falls to the ground. The brownish gold color of the petals make me think. I hate her but sadly...I'll always love her. The hate...over masks the love. But still...I wanted to see her again.

Hope you're okay after this...I don't want to make ya'll sad. Thanks for reading.

-She Fell For Fiction