The Worst Man To Love ♡ NaLu

9th Downfall (pt. 1)

"In which she fails to leave the wolf's den."

5 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours, 30 minutes.. Lucy stared blankly at the calendar. She counted the days she stayed yet she seemed to be forgetful that she actually had stayed for 10 months. His father stood outside the glass window, watching his daughter losing her sanity. It wasn't supposed to be like this. His fists clenched tightly. The man who did this to her was a monster and he could never forgive him.

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She muttered something incoherent under her breath. A few curses were released as she carried the pinkette towards his room. After they had kissed, the male suddenly limped in her body. This idiot.. Her subconscious would've though otherwise. If he wasn't drunk and had kissed her, what would he do next? Definitely not ths type of situation she wanted. Like a good Samaritan she was, she carried her over to her bed to wash the alcohol that reeked. She took a good old towel and dipped it with water and a small scent of soap.

Her eyes suddenly glued to a huge scar the crossed below his right chin down to his shoulder. She felt her own fingers trail down to it. What was she thinking?! Natsu Dragneel would definitely make a tease out of her if he would remember what happened this night. Breathe Lucy. Breathe. She sighed, slowly removing his top. A single sweat glittered down the side of her brow, staring at his physique in awe. Sure, Natsu was a prick but she never expected this man to be like- a handsome prick! She heard a slow snore from his thoat, his lips puckered in a non feminish way.

Why do you hate me? She questioned, helping the poor man from his drunken stupor. What did I do to make you like this? It has been a week since she first met him but something in his eyes tells her that there was something more. Something more than just a person needed for the project. The gentle wind blew from the outside, causing the leaves to fell out from the trees. Curtains waved against it, but Lucy ignored her surrundings. Her attention solely focused on him. A hint of sadness basked her deep. If only, if only I knew the pain you went through, then I would gladly take what you threw at me. She felt apologetic.

She grazed down her scar once more, reeling its bumps that came along with it. The bed creaked softly, the blonde woman slowly stand to get something to drink. A hand quickly shot to her before she could take the second step. Obsidian eyes meets hers. His cheeks tinted a bit red because of the strong concoction. "Stay. Please."

The way his eyes looked so lost made her rethink. She could feel that he longing for this. A deep nagging feeling dwell within her heart. No matter how she tries to ignore it, she knew.. she knew that there was a hidden connection between them. She placed the basin on to of the coffee table, carefully trying not to make it topple over. His hand loosened, grazing his skin down to her fingers. A soothing feeling of warmth took her senses. "Ok." She sat beside him, her hands brushed the smooth and messy salmon hair.