Here's trust!
After he falls to the ground clutching his chest, my senses started to shut down. The mud that came with the rain shrouded my eyes, and I crawled my way through the battlefield to meet his body. I clutched at the bandaged wound on my side; the blood was seeping through. Eventually, I found his body. It was still warm. Soaking wet from the rain, but it was functional.
"Jellal, Jellal… please…" I could see better with the tears clearing a path, but it was all shaky and distorted. I clenched his coat and pretended not to see the gallons of blood he had already lost. "please be alive," I croaked, "I can't let you leave…"
I heard the fire of a cannon, and I could sense it coming this way. I stayed by his body, and held in close. The shot never came. When I looked up, I saw the bare back of one scarred and bruised Ice Mage.
"Gray, what are you…?"
He snapped back, turning his head to the side as he let the ice become their shield. "This is no time to cry, Erza! You are in a battlefield, and you are not dying on me." He stared into my soul with those fierce, dark eyes. I could feel a shiver up my spine the way his intense gaze seemed to grasp me.
I argued, holding the wrist of Jellal's dead body. "I cannot just leave him like this! At the very least, Gray, he deserves to be—"
"He deserves to be settled with the fact that you were allowed to live, Erza. I can't hold up this thing forever, and if we don't get out fast, all of us are going to die. I do not think that's what Jellal fought for."
"NO!" I wailed, "I CAN'T DO IT. No... please, Jellal, come back." I sobbed into the lowering temperature of his chest. "Just go—"
Before I could finish, Gray moved from his shield to come and hold me in his arms. My shaky, short gasps ceased, and I looked up at him. "I'm not leaving you. You have to trust me, Erza. We need. To get out." He stated firmly, searching for an answer in my unwilling eyes.
I've known Gray for most of my life. He's been with me during my worst and best days. How could he expect any other answer?
"I'll never lose faith in you." His smile was like the sun, and all of a sudden I felt reassured. He took my hand, and we made it out alive together. As we ran for shelter, I turned my wrist to look at the back of Gray's hand tensing with mine firmly held within it.
Trust was something me and Gray would always have.