ATTENTION!: This is officially the last chapter! T_T... I'm kind of disappointed with my writing. I had such a good love story for these two but... I couldn't seem to find the magic to allow my hands to write the passion I had planed. Nevertheless, let's get on with it.

Epilougue

A small, flatscreen TV sizzled as the stormclouds drifted over the sky.

"Another breaking story; Librarian, Heather Jackson mysteriously died yesterday evening. She had been found lifeless in the basement, and was officially reported dead in the ambu-"

Gajeel turned off the TV. It wasn't new to him- the story. He was there. Thank goodness they didn't mention him in the news, he thought.

He looked over to Lily, who was sitting with him on the sofa.

"What?" The feline asked. Gajeel rubbed his face. "Nothing. I'm just so out of it today." He admitted. Suddenly, a cool wind blasted from the window. For a second, Gajeel swore he could see the wind sparkling. But he dismissed the thought. Levy was gone. There was no way she would just randomly pop up. Gajeel groaned as he got up, going to close the window. Droplets of water started to paint the window.

"I'm going to the Library. I feel bad about that old lady's co-worker. " He said, already putting on his black coat. Lily's eyes widened in disbelief. "I-Is Gajeel becoming soft?" Gajeel was appalled at Lily's assumption. "No! I just think I should give him my condolences, some shit like that!" Gajeel slammed the door on his way out. Lily sighed. "So he is going soft, isn't he?"

Gajeel pulled up his hood as he stepped onto the sidewalk. The rain was coming down harder now. He listened to his boots step in puddles and the rain hit against his hood. The cold mist nipped at his face, almost refreshing.

The door to the library creaked as he opened it. Gajeel didn't bother wiping the cold water off of him. He walked, almost stomped, to the man at the desk. The same green-haired man as before. There were bags under his bloodshot eyes and his skin was pale.

"Oi," Gajeel started in a gruff voice. The librarian looked up. "You..." He said in disbelief.

"I'm sorry about what happened to..." What was her name again? The green-haired man cut in. "Mrs. Jackson? I can only assume it was her time. You don't seem like the type of person to kill someone-" Not anymore "and the autopsy said she died of natural causes. But... I do appreciate your sympathy. It seems quite unfitting for a man such as yourself." Gajeel almost became defensive at that statement. "I just felt really bad since I couldn't do anything." "I see. Well, if you need anything, I'll be happy to help. It is my job after all." Gajeel started to walk away when he suddenly had a question. "By the way, what's your name?" "Oh, I'm Freed." Gajeel nodded to freed and started to walk to the doors. That is, until he heard someone crying.

Gajeel's ears stiffed at the sound of someone sobbing. He followed the sound, wondering who was crying. He soon approached a small-framed figure in a jacket. A girl from the sound of it. Mavis, Gajeel was getting soft. He assumed she was trying to hide her tears behind her hood. He couldn't tell.

"Uh, why ya crying kid?" Gajeel thought it was embarrassing to cry in a public place. Even though, sometimes he wanted to breakdown himself. The girl stiffened as she suddenly felt his presence. "I'm sorry. I just... Don't mind me, I was going to leave anyways." The girl admitted, starting to pack up the papers in front of her. But Gajeel stopped her. Her voice...

"You don't have to leave." He told her. The girl turned around. Gajeel's eyes widened as he stared into brown ones.

"You..." She said breathlessly, completely forgetting about her papers. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity- the girl now completely facing Gajeel. Both of them were afraid to break the silence. Would it be awkward? That was until Gajeel asked, "Levy?" The girl before him seemed to back away slowly. "How do you know my name?" Gajeel couldn't answer that question. How could he? Could he really just say "You look like an angel I once loved, who sold her soul to the devil."? No, she wouldn't understand.

Gajeel ruffled his black mane and looked away. "Sorry, you just reminded me of someone-" Gajeel froze. Levy... He guessed her name right. Juvia... She had a doppelganger with the same name... If Gajeel's gears were working right then that means...

He's speaking to Levy's doppelganger...

No, Maybe Levy is a common name?

"How do you know me?" Gajeel asked, remembering her reaction when she first saw him. The girl seemed stunned. She hesitated with her words as she gripped her elbows. "I-I don't know. You just feel like the person in the poem." She said. Gajeel raised a metal brow. The girl blinked up at him and pointed to the paper on the table. "In the poem." She repeated. Gajeel peered over the table and scanned the poem. 'Bound' was the title. Gajeel's broken heart shattered even more as he realized...

The poem was about him and Levy. He covered his mouth. Was the poem from Levy's point of view? Is that how she had really felt? The girl stood up, gazing innocently into his red eyes. "What's wrong?"

"T-That poem... How did you...Know?..." Gajeel's words trembled.

"It's sad, isn't it? I don't know what happened. It's like my pencil took control of me..."

"Or an angel did." Gajeel suddenly said. The girl stared up at him questionably. Then she laughed. "An angel, right. That would be stupendous." Gajeel stared at her, his eyes narrowed. "You free after... Whatever it is you're doing?" He questioned. The girl looked at her papers. "Well, I do have time. Why? Going to take me out for coffee or something?"

"Only if that's what you'd prefer." He smiled down at her. The girl blushed and looked away from him. "Give me a minute." She said, and then began to pick up her papers.

She put her backpack around her shoulders and looked out one of the windows. "Looks like the rain stopped!" The girl inquired happily. The two started walking towards the door. However, before they exited, the girl grabbed Gajeel's arm. "Wait. I feel bad that I haven't properly introduced myself." Gajeel stared down at her outstretched hand. "Hello, I'm Levy McGarden." Gajeel took her hand. "Gajeel Redfox." She smiled up at him. "So Gajeel, where are we going?" "The coffee shop down the street. I figure it'd be a better place to talk." He replied coolly. Levy nodded, and together they exited the library.

Levy thought the coffee shop was a quaint place. The two of them sat down by the window, sipping their drinks. "What exactly was it you wanted to talk about?" Levy asked while pulling down her hood. Gajeel's eyes flickered towards her azure hair, then quickly glanced away. "W-Well, would you believe me if I said you're an exact copy of someone I once knew?"

"Are you talking about reincarnation? I don't necessarily believe in that sorta thing..." Levy admitted.

"It's not reincarnation or whatever, it's... Well, I guess you could say you're her doppelganger." their eyes met, his staring intently into hers. "That doesn't make sense. Why bring me here just to talk about the supernatural?"

Gajeel sighed heavily. "I thought you might as well know. The poem you wrote... It reminded me a lot about her... About Levy." Levy gasped. "What are you trying to say?" Gajeel struggled with his words. "I'm saying that... You're the doppelganger of my guardian angel who most likely possessed you for a brief moment to communicate with me in this world." Levy had no idea how to respond to his words. "I don't believe in fate, but I do believe in chance. It was by chance that I had went to the library and found you crying over the poem you-no, she had written."

"This is madness." Levy shook her head. "Please listen to me, Levy." Gajeel pleaded. Levy pulled up her hood and hopped out of her seat. "I didn't know what I was expecting when you brought me here. but it certainly wasn't this." Gajeel went after her as she went back into the stormy weather. She had barely ran a block when he grabbed hold of her waist and spun her around in his arms. "Gajeel! What on earth!? Get away!" She squirmed in his grasp. It was no use. His hold on her was too strong. "No! Dammit, I can't! I won't lose you again!" Levy watched Gajeel's eyes become glassy. Who was this man? He had no right to be holding her like...Oh.

Levy pushed harder on his chest as her face flushed. Why did he have to be so strong? "Please, listen to me Levy!" Gajeel pleaded once more. "No! I-" Levy suddenly stopped in her tracks. Gajeel was no longer holding her against him. He vanished. She frantically looked around to see if he was hiding. She couldn't find the tall figure with a black coat and almost no one was out on the streets because of the rain that had started coming down again.

Little did she know, Gajeel was watching her. He would never call himself a stalker, he would just look after Levy until she came to him. Until she believed him. For now, this would suffice. Maybe it was time for him to watch over Levy instead of Levy watching over him. Gajeel would show himself to her soon. Just as she had...

As Levy was looking around, she saw a damp piece of paper on the sidewalk. She picked up the parchment in front of her, making sure not to rip it, and saw an address written down. It was smeary from the water, but she could still make it out.

It was Gajeel's address. He had left it for her. Gajeel wanted her to come to him... When she believes him. If she believes him...

But that is a story for another day. For now, Gajeel will watch over the blue-haired girl in the rain. And Levy will resist the urge to go towards the man. For some reason, she felt a pull-almost like gravity- towards Gajeel. But he was strange in her eyes, yet...

Fascinating.

That it... yeah, so anyways...

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