Wilted Petals

🌹°~Chapter 11~°🌹

Dear Erza,

Oh hell. This hurts me so much to write. Erza, I fucking love you! You mean so so so much to me. You were my best friend, you were like my mom. You always cared for me, protected me, loved me. You were everything a girl could ask for in a best friend. We stayed up late, we partied (I may or may not have forced you to), we hugged, we shared smiles. I hope I'm ok Erz, because I would love to wake up from an ice cream hangover with you again.

-Love (Y/n)❤
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(With Gray)
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(Not POV)

"Mmm..." Gray groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. The blinding light that had peeked through the living rooms blinds must've had the intention to blind him, he thought.

He lazily sat up and surveyed his surroundings. He had been lying on a rough leather couch, a neatly organized coffee table lie in front of the couch, no TV, a small wall clock hanging to the left of the door, the air thick with coffee and an undertone of blood, and questionable interior decor.

He was still in Erza's dorm.

He groggily pushed himself of the lousy excuse of a couch and stretched. He felt his joints crack and popped here and there, causing him to sigh in satisfaction.

"Tch... lousy rock." He spoke to no one as he glared at Erza's couch. He was too busy yawning and stretching to hear the silent footsteps of his nearing guild mate.

"Well, since you have such a huge problem with my couch, I suggest you buy me a new one." Said the heavy voice. Gray jumped a few feet into the air as he turned in the voices direction.

"Hey, what the hell Erza!!" Gray shouted. Erza's face contorted in annoyance as she placed one hand over her ear and the other pressed a finger up to her lips.

"Quiet Gray. It's too early for all this unneeded noise." She informed. Gray's head tilted a little as he turned his head in the direction of the door, eyeing the clock that was beside it.

"Oh fuck. 3 pm? Why'd I wake up so late?" Gray groaned as he slapped a hand over his tired eyes and looked around the room for his discarded clothing.

Erza rubbed her tired eyes and and yawned. "You needed sleep. So, I let you sleep in. Simple." She said before leaning on a nearby wall and crossing her arms.

Gray continued to shuffle around the living room looking for his shirt that he swore he went to sleep in. "Hey Erz. Have you seen my..." He trailed off as he eyed the shirt that lie questionably on Erza's refrigerator.

"Honestly Gray, you never fail to disappoint me when it comes to your clothing." Erza commented as she handed him his forgotten jeans.

Gray looked at her puzzled and in disbelief, then darted his gaze to his now bare legs. "How the hell!?!" He yelled before snatching the pants from Erza's grip, then hastily slipping them onto his muscular thighs.

"Thanks Erz." Gray grinned as he was now fully clothed (for now). Erza smiled and yawned again before slowly slumping down on the wall into a now sitting position. She yawned again, then rested her head on her propped knee.

"Geez Erz. You look like a zombie." Gray humorlessly joked as he let her appearance finally set in. Her once brightly scarlet hair looked dry and matted, her piercing chocolate eyes had heavy dark rings under them, her lips heavily chapped and peeling. She uselessly licked them every now and then, but it was obvious that it did nothing. Her once stern and intimidating voice was now wavering and groggy. This woman was exhausted.