Battling With Fate *Jerza* FTWattyAwards

Loved. Not Love, Loved. Past Tense.

Erza's POV

I slammed my door closed, sinking onto my knees. My heart was aching. I felt something wet fall on my hand.

A tear.

A tear full of bitterness and hurt.

I buried my head into my trembling hands, my entire body body shaking with each sob. One question kept repeating over and over again in my head.

Why am I crying? Why am I crying?

Maybe it was because life hates me. Or maybe I was sick of people playing with my heart. Maybe it was because I loved him. Loved. Not love.

I heard the front door open and close quietly. Footsteps came closer to my door, pausing in front of it and moving on.

I stayed in that position for who knows how long.

Ding dong.

"I'll get it!" I heard Mira shout softly as I heard the door open.

I strained to hear their conversation, freezing when I recognized the voice. My heart hardened, the aching dulling. Jellal. That wretched son of a biscuit.

"You want to see her?" Mira shouted from the door. "After that episode? Nope! She's not available, so no thanks for dropping by."

"It was an accident! A frikin accident." Jellal shouted back. "And plus, the dating thing? It was fake. An act. Okay?"

I felt a my heart crack at his words. A wave of guilt washed over me. Is this how he felt when I said those things yesterday?

No. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I was protecting him. Protecting him from. . . From what? From me?

"Get. Out." Mira replied menacingly. "Or you will die for what you did. Breaking my dear friend's heart, and for sinking my ship!"

I heard some quiet talking and the door closing with a bang.

"That kid." I heard Mira mutter as she passed my door into her room.

I sighed as the deafening silence overtook the apartment once again. I glanced at the boring ceiling, hugging my knees. My eyes slowly traveled from item to item, not missing a detail in the plain room. Then I saw a piece of paper poking out from under my pillow. The ticket.

I stumbled over and grabbed it, collapsing on my bed.

One airplane ticket to Edolas. The ticket I had kept, but decided that I was going to give someone else.

I held it my hand. This was a ticket to a new world. A new place. Which means a new me. This is going to be the next chapter of my life.

I thought back on what he said.

'And plus, the dating thing? It was fake. An act. Okay?'

Those words may have hurt me a little, but at least I know he feels the same.

I sat at my desk, twirling a pen around my fingers. Without me knowing it, my hand grabbed a sheet of paper and started writing. 

I looked down, reading what I wrote.

I remember years ago,
Someone told me I should take,
Caution when it comes to love,
I did. I did.