Erza woke precisely at midnight.
She crawled out of bed, taking care not to wake her husband and child, and fumbled blindly for the door, barely making it to the balcony before the tears fell- quiet, heart-wrenching sobs.
She cried for the Fairy Tail guild which had shattered ever since Makarov died; she was to be Master, his will claimed, but how could that be when she had deserted the guild so many years ago? She had chased wild dreams of becoming one of the Ten Wizard Saints, chosen power over loyalty, herself over family.
She cried for Jellal. The vote had been one against nine, and the other Saints scoffed at her face; she was blinded by love, they claimed, her judgment didn't count. Erza remembered the day he was hanged, how his green eyes had picked her out from the crowd so easily. She remembered how the rope was pulled-
The mind-numbing pain eased the moment her infant cried; the anxious calls of her husband soon joined the clamor.
Erza wiped her tears, straightened her back, and returned to the life that was not hers.
A/N: Not one hundred words, but every word felt too important to delete.
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Airy Nothings | jerza
FanfictionA collection of jerza drabbles & short stories. These snippets serve to inspire fanfic readers.
