|Chapter Thirteen|
~Natsu's pov~
Pain is only temporary. Temporary like a new toy you get from your grandparents for Christmas to where you use it for 3 days until it has found its way to the back of your closet never to be seen again. This too will soon be over right? The dreadful idea of nothing ever lasting forever makes me shiver.
The ice inside my heart thickens at every new thing that comes my way, only because of the thought that it might also soon be gone.
The air freezes over as we now move into fall. My least favorite season. The season where everything goes to die. And along with it another thing will die,
which would be my father.
I'm only a teenager. The world has yet to reveal its secrets to me. My mind is blank because now everything that I used to know about myself is gone. I'm empty. Empty and waiting for something to fill me up.
Hope.
Hope is hard to come by. Not many people have it, and when they do it's based on nothing and for nothing. The hope I need is for something but then again I don't know what for.
The park that used to be filled with laughing and playing is now empty as everyone runs away from the coming downfall. Kind of like me in a sense.
Empty, alone, and awaiting darkness.
I used to be naïve. Smiling my days away without one thought about the world around me. I got this stupid pink hair from a bet I made with some of my idiotic "friends". It's like I was a child. Now, as I watch the world that I was oblivious to before, I realize the pain and struggle of finally growing up.
Even though through my changing environment there is always one constant. Like I'm some kind of science experiment testing what works and what doesn't. Apparently Lucy works.
I'm confused, hurt, and don't remember what love is but, for some reason, I feel something for her that I have never felt for anyone else. Love or not I know that she is something that I want to stay constant. Over anything else.
The clouds move forward as the gray overwhelms the sky bringing a slight drizzle along with it. The drops fall down staining my cheeks which brings me slight peace. The rain drops harder, slamming the ground. Soon enough I am drenched from head to toe as I leave my station at the park bench and walk slowly, with every step, towards the road.
The dim glow of the light post provides me very little light on where I'm going. Eventually I find myself hiding under the thin shelter the bus stop provides. And I wait.
I don't know what I'm waiting for. But I wait.
Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.
No bus had come to retrieve me after the 20 minutes I had been waiting.
I had no where I wanted to go. So I waited a bit longer.
Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.
This was no longer the sound of rain but the sound of tiny footsteps amongst the endless storm. The black blob then turned into a figure, then into a person, which then turned into a woman. The woman had quick footsteps, step, step, stepping her way through the downpour searching for shelter as I had. She arrived at the bus stop with her dark hood covering her head and face to where I could not see who she was. She did not look at me and did not say a word to me. She simply took her place towards the back of the stall and waited.
And we waited together.
Neither of us knowing who the other was we waited in silence. But I waited in peace. Even knowing there was a single person with me, that I didn't even know, I was comforted. It was nice not to be alone.
