Gray sighed as he finished packing the last of Natsu’s clothes away into a box, his fingers lingering on the top shirt, tears stinging his eyes as he realised that it was actually one of his old one’s that the Dragon-slayer had laid claim to years ago. His fingers tightened on the material for a moment, Natsu, and it was harder than it should have been to pull himself away, closing the box and sealing it before he could give into temptation. It had been Lucy who had pointed out in a gentle voice that it had already been six months, and that he couldn’t keep burying himself in the presence of a ghost, and deep down he had known she was right although it definitely didn’t make it any easier. Sniffling he turned around, his breath catching as he realised how bare the room was without Natsu’s presence, and his gaze drifted to the photo on their bedside table. It had been take two days before the Dragon-slayer had died, both of them curled together and pulling faces at Erza when she insisted that they pose for a photo, but they had been smiling and they had been alive, and he felt tears trickling down his cheeks as he reached out to brush his fingers over the Fire mage.
“Natsu, I miss you….”
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Fairytail Drabbles
RandomA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
