Chapter 17

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another short chapter. 😒 I promise to make it long in chapter 18. I just ran out of ideas. Oh well. I'm sorry guys. Enjoy!
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~LUCY'S P.O.V~

So, I opened the door in a shock. My parents were so mad at me. I was so nervous. I can't even look directly at them.

"MS. LUCY HEARTFILIA."

"Mom, Dad. Can't you move on from the wedding? It's like a billion years ago."

"Of course we can't!

"S-so, what brings you here?"

"We're here to tell you that we're sorry about the marriage."

"It's fine. It's done."

"Will you forgive us?"

"Yes. Of course, mom."

"Okay. Thanks, Lucy."

"You're welcome, mom and dad. Wanna come in?"

"No, thanks. We gotta go."

"Bye, mom. Bye, dad."

"Bye, Lucy."
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"What was that, Luce?"

"Oh. They apologized about the marriage."

"Oh. Wanna eat lunch? I made bentos while you were talking with them."

"Thanks, Natsu." I smiled.

"So shall we eat?"

"Yup. I'm starving."

"So, you didn't ate breakfast?" He pouted.

"Yeeea."

"How dare you don't eat breakfast?!"

"Omg, Natsu. You don't have to be mad like this. It's just breakfast!"

"Fine. I'm sorry. I'm just being protective."

"Oh. Thanks." I blushed.

~~Fast forward~~
~~A year later~~
It's been a month since our break up. *Sigh* I'm still depressed about it... I hope we'll get back together.

*Ring ring

"Hello?"

"Oh. Hey, Levy."

"Are you still sad about your break up?"

"Yea."

"Don't worry. Everything will be alright."

"Thanks Levy."

"You're welcome."
~~End of call~~

*Ring ring

"Hey."

"Hey, Luce."

"How's life?"

"A bit sad. What about yours?"

"It's sad too."

"Mind if come over? Can we fix this?"

"Yea. I'll wait."

"Okay. Thanks, Luce."

"No. Thanks, Natsu."
~~End of call~~

~~At Their house~~
*Ding dong

"Hey, Natsu. Come in." I blushed.

~~At the living room~~
"I'm sorry for what happened. I promise it won't happen again."

"I'm sorry for breaking up with you. Can we get back together?"

"Yea." He scratched the back of his head.

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