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Jellal's POV

I broke her too much. I sank deeper into my comfy bed with my hands behind my head. My lips were still tingling from kiss earlier. No. It was an almost kiss. I could feel the static in the air between us. I was so close, yet so far.

I recalled her words.

"I-I-I can't." 

And then she apologized. A grin spread across my face as I recalled some memories.

~~Flashback~~

I bumped into someone with scarlet hair, making her fall on the grassy field.

"You okay?" I asked, holding out a hand for her to take.

"Yea," she said as she took my hand, and I pulled her up. "I'm sorry."

"What?" I asked confusedly.

"I'm sorry," she repeated. "For bumping into you."

I chuckled at her silliness. "You don't have to apologize silly! I was the one who ran into you!"

"Oh. Sorry." Erza apologized without realizing it.

"You did it again!" I laughed.

"Sorry!" Erza giggled.

"See?" I grabbed her tiny hand and started running with her in tow.

"I'm sor—" Erza cut herself off as she realized what she was about to say.

A smile was etched into my happy face as I started dragging a complaining Erza towards the swings.

~~End Flashback~~  

Erza and her apologizes. I shook my head at the fond memory.

I started walking towards the living room, my footsteps echoing through the empty apartment. I wish I had someone to share this house with. It seems so empty.

I looked out the window, my eyes set on the distant sunset. I put my hands on the shelf under the window, supporting my weight. My right hand brushed against something, drawing my attention towards it.

I've forgotten about this. I smiled sadly as I gazed at the picture. The picture of Erza and me. The picture that we had took right before her 13th birthday. The day before I did something that I would regret for the rest of my pathetic life.

I held up the frame to my eye level and touched it gingerly, dust sticking onto my fingertips. I traced our figures, making a trail in the dust, hovering over our hands. My hand holding her much more petite hand, covering it almost completely.

I set the picture down gently and collapsed on my couch. I could still
hear her voice calling to me, her last words before she disappeared.

"Apparently all those days and years together don't matter to you. . ."

Little did she know that those days are one of the few things that I treasure the most.

Erza Scarlet. She is probably the most weirdest girl that I have ever met. And she is the only girl that I have and will ever love.