Never let go

Prologue: A memory

Onyx eyes.

The scratching of charcoal against paper.

"Gramma, is something the matter?"

Lucy Dragneel opened her eyes slowly, her white hair falling softly into age worn brown orbs. Her granddaughter watched her curiously, a cup of tea in her right hand as her left touched Lucy's hand softly. Lucy sighed, nodding as she stood slowly, grabbing for her cane and standing straight.

"I'm fine, Wendy." Lucy said, looking at the young woman with a soft smile.

"You were thinking about something aga-"

"I was just thinking, my dear. It's nothing to worry about." Lucy assured Wendy, shaking her hand as she limped towards the living room. Wendy followed her, the cup of tea having been discarded on the kitchen counter as she placed her hand on her grandmothers back. As Lucy sat down, Wendy flipped on the TV, turning on the news before heading back to the kitchen. Lucy watched, reaching for her knitting kit as the news crew talked of gossip amongst celebrities. Lucy listened as she knitted, Wendy placing her tea on the table to Lucy's left and life was as normal for the two.

"....a recent exposition to histories most famous tragedy the Titanic has discovered a safe that will be opened this afternoon. The contents inside are unknown but I rumored to have belonged to a woman by the name of Lucille Heartfilia who was tragically killed while on the ship." The news anchor explained, his blonde hair falling in his eyes. Lucy's shoulders jolted as she looked up, spotting a time lapsed drawing of what the safe had looked like in 1912. Her amber eyes widened as she looked at the picture.

"No way..." Lucy murmured, catching Wendy's attention. "There's...no way they could have found that."

"Gramma?" Wendy asked, her face quizzical. A number was splayed across the screen for people with questions regarding the safe and Lucy reached frantically for a piece of paper, scribbling the number down before handing it to Wendy.

"Call that."

"But why-"

"Please do it for me, please dear." Lucy pleaded and Wendy stared at her, slowly pushing her blue hair behind her ear. She nodded, standing to call the number. Lucy looked back to the screen, her hands shaking as her eyes slid shut. She could barely remember that sultry smile, or the soft hair beneath her fingers, or the way his flippant voice could make her heart race.

"Gramma? Mr. Conbolt would like to talk to you."

~иєνєя ℓєт gσ~

Lucy's frail hand rested against the glass of the TV showing the video of the Titanic as the camera on the bottom of the ship panned over the algae covered hull. The scientist from earlier, Romeo Conbolt, watched her in sort of an unbelieving way as Lucy sighed.

"So you're telling us that you're Lucille Heartfilia?" Romeo started, his young looking face reminding her of that of a child's.

"Gramma what are you talking about? There's no way that you're her." Wendy said, approaching Lucy from behind and placing her hand on her shoulders.

"I am Lucille." Lucy said, turning to look at Romeo. "There were six survivors pulled from the water. I was one of them. Don't you find it weird that there was no mention of Lucy Dragneel on your little passenger list but there was on the survivor list?" Lucy asked. Romeo was silent as his fellow scientist, a vulgar, loud spoken man named Bixlow nudged him.

"She does a point, boss." He says and Romeo sighed.

"Would you tell us your story, Lucy?" He asked and Lucy looked at him.

"It's been 84 years." Lucy said as she turned again to look at the ship before slowly sitting in her wheelchair, looking back to the group of eager scientists and her granddaughter. "I still remember it like it was yesterday...."

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Hey guys! This is just an experiment cx I don't know how long this will go or if it even will go. I'm going to post this and see what the reaction is before I write more :)

Dylan