When we meet again

Chapter 3: Our First Conversation

Natsu POV

I finally pulled my hood off my head. Running my hand through my pink spikes. I was gripping my steering wheel so hard my knuckles were turning white. Taking a deep breath I tried to focus on the road instead of seeing her for the first time in four years. The person who never called. Never checked on me. Not even when I needed her most. The person who no matter how much I didn't want to, I still loved. The girl who broke my heart. Ruined my life.

Lucy.

Why did I even go to that stupid party? Making myself look like some stalker at that. I told Erza, Gray, and Levy I wasn't going to come no matter how much they begged me to, even having Erza attempt to drag me there. I'm amazed I survived that. But what did I do? I dressed in all black in hopes I wouldn't be noticeable and went anyways without telling them. Then of course some chick would pull my hood down as I was walking behind Lucy and my cover was blown. The four of them saw me. Except Lucy didn't seem to notice I had my back turned with my hood up a few feet away. I didn't want to see her and I didn't want her to see me. So I had to deal with them being mad at me for actually showing up but not as myself, some stranger. I really pissed Gray off because Lucy is like a sister to him. He doesn't get why I don't just let stuff between Lucy and I go. He doesn't get that I can't just "let it go."

She looked different. The same but different. Older, like she'd seen things and it scared her. It only makes sense due to why she left in the first place. Her hair was still the bright blonde I remember it. Her brown eyes shined so brightly when the lights came on and saw all the people around her that came to the party. I could tell she missed everyone. Everyone missed her. I found myself missing her. When I heard her laugh for the first time during the party it's like my heart stopped. I would've smiled had I not stopped myself. God her smile.. When I caught her from stumbling through the door after me, I realized she even smelled the same. That same strawberry vanilla scent. My walls almost came down then. That is, until I heard her speak my name.

Why do I even care? I hate her now. It's been just my little sister Wendy and I for a year now. I work my ass off to take care of her. When Michelle took Lucy home that was the day everything changed. I wasn't the same and neither were my parents. My Mother lost her best friend. My Father lost a friend and tried his best to console his wife's depression. And I lost the love of my life. I begged my Mom and Dad to fly out to Paris to see her. At first I figured she never called because she was still in too much pain from losing her parents. So soon I started asking Levy if she was okay, sticking around to hear about her life. When Levy said she was ignoring her too I tried to steal my moms credit card and buy tickets out to Paris to see her. I ended up getting grounded for three months when I got caught.

Things started getting better a year later. I still hadn't heard from Lucy but Levy had. I figured she'd contact me when she was ready to, but I was tired of waiting to hear from her. I was in my room most of the time after that. Sulking because Lucy had forgotten about me, enjoying Paris. Probably flirting with a bunch of French boys. I never held the dragon after the first year. It kinda just sat on top of my dresser. Out of site out of mind.

My parents adopted my little sister Wendy a year after Lucy left. It was good for our family. It brought my parents some happiness when they couldn't find any. She was annoying, but I loved that ball of dark blue hair. The four of us, Mom, Dad, me and Wendy. We had a good there years together. I thought my family had finally healed from Lucy's absence and her parents death. But I was very wrong. A year ago, I lost both my parents. My mother, she killed herself because she missed her best friend too much and couldn't deal with that pain anymore. I'm so glad it was me that found her and not Wendy. I can't imagine what that would've done to her. My dad? He passed away from a heart attack just a month later. I had called 911 and the paramedics rushed him to the hospital but he didn't make it. The doctors told me he had Broken Heart Syndrome. They said it usually happens after the sudden death of a loved one. I grew cold to everyone after their deaths. Everyone but Gray, Erza, and Levy. Honestly the only reason I didn't go completely cold towards Levy is because even though I blame Lucy for the events of my life, I still want to hear about her. To hear that she's happy, loving whatever life she was living. When Levy told me she was coming back on her birthday and she wanted to throw a surprise party for her and invited me. I felt my heart skip a beat, but I still told her I wasn't going to go. Originally that is.