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The Music

Levy

I awoke just as the light of dawn started to peak over the bosk of trees in front of me. Attempting to get up as so I could watch the rest of the sunrise. I found I couldn't move. I looked down to see someone was holding my waist. Then I remembered where I was and what happened last night. SHIT SHIT SHIT!! This isn't good.

I've been hiding my illness for a solid 6 months now! Even Jet and Droy have no idea I'm dying. It's just a matter of time. I always thought if I did die it'd be over something like helping my fellow guild members on a mission. Not something incurable killing me from the inside out. DAMN being weak.

Then as I think this it starts to register.... a hand on my waist.... OH MY GOD!!!! my pulse starts to race, and I start getting butterflies as the realization hits my, that the only person who could be holding me right now is.... Gajeel. And I hate myself.  Because I'm dying, and Gajeel holding me like this, it is bad new for both of us, more so for him.  I will be gone in a few months, if not sooner, I can't help loving that he wants to hold me and take care of me. I've known it for some time. I see it in his eyes when he looks at me even if he can't admit it to himself. I could cry for him because of that. That's exactly why I wanted to go on this mission alone. I knew it was a suicide mission from the start, but at least I would die a hero, I would choose how I died, even though I wasn't in control of how I lived. The guild would have never known I was sick. I wouldn't have died in a hospital bed or the library with a bunch of old books. I would have died doing what I love, protecting people that are my family. I sneak a glance over my shoulder at Gajeel, "And some.... Some are so much more.

I feel Gajeel start to wake behind me, so I quickly close my eyes and feign sleep. I hear him get up and start moving around, packing up camp I presume, I lay still for a few more minutes, then I can't take it anymore. I start to yawn and stretch. Ugh, time to face the music, this will be awkward no doubt. 

"Morning Gajeel," I say cheerfully, "How'd you sleep?"

"Mornin' Shrimp," Gajeel Mutters under his breath.

I sigh inwardly, all business, as usual, I wouldn't expect anything less from Gajeel. I start to get up and pack my things when all of the sudden I hear a booming voice yell.....

"SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DO YOU THINK I SLEPT LEVY!!!!!!!!!! I DIDN'T!!! I'VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT WORRIED SICK!!!! WHY WOULDN'T YOU TELL US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was Gajeel; I supposed I deserved that, just as I was about to respond Gajeel takes his bag and starts kicking it like it was personally attacking him. Seeing that I caused this made me feel like I was already dead and buried. Not still in the process of dying.

To Be Continued