all in all, from the moment they locked eyes, she was stuck with him.
in the end, from saving her from falling from towers, to pulling her out of clocks, he was stuck with her.
stuck like super glue.
-lowercase intentional
-may have spelling mistake...
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"𝐨-𝐨𝐡! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞... 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟."
𝓛ucy nervously chuckled. she turned to her best friend, natsu. "oh. okay. but i mean, if it's just stuff, why do you go through the trouble of hiding it?" natsu asked. lucy's peach orange locker shut with a quiet 'bang,' and then she sighed.
"one day, natsu. you'll see them one day," she murmured, her hazel eyes looking up to his onyx ones. "but when, luce? you're always hiding those yellow envelopes from me," he pouted. His posture transforming from exceptional to hunchback. "well, it depends on what happens in the future," lucy explained to the best of her ability, adjusting her glasses.
she carried a no. 2 pencil, english journal, a blank paper with an empty yellow envelope (with pink heart sealers), and a textbook called: "writing for the future." she flubbed her pink chapped lips, and then smiled sweetly at natsu. "this is where we part ways, sporty. i'll see you at lunch!" she said, taking a sharp left.
"yea. see ya, luce," natsu said, with a smile. He waved until she could no longer be seen, a frown taking over the joyful look on his face. suddenly, someone jogged up to him, tackling his shoulder. "woah! oh, it's just you, gray," natsu said, removing gray's arm from his shoulders.
"still have eyes for lucy, huh?" gray teased, natsu's face flushing in alarm. "what? no, i-- i was just seeing her off, you dunce!" natsu protested, walking past him. "dunce? who's the dunce when you're walking the wrong way, hot-head?" gray snickered, turning the other way and walking down the hall. "oh YEAH, ice princess?" natsu exclaimed, chasing him.
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lucy loved english. well, that is she already knew the material and got all her work done first. this way, she had a lot of free time to do as she pleased. she looked for inspiration. she stared out the window, a bit fogged from humidity, but clear enough to see the beauty beyond it. lucy found the large cherry blossom tree in the dead center of the window frame.
she had no idea why she'd never thought about the semi-resemblance of cherry blossoms and natsu's hair. lucy heartily smiled to herself, and began writing.
dearest boy whom i love,
do you ever take a moment to breathe in the air? it flows day in and day out. it courses through our lungs and purifies that around us. and when you breathe in the air, do you look around? do you find the most unique things? the smallest of details that make you smile? i noticed through a foggy window, there was a cherry blossom tree. and i smiled.
would you like to know whom it reminded me of? well, there's this one boy.
his smile, goofy and carefree. a bit like the white of clouds, dancing about in the sky, just having a pleasant time. lovely to look at, as it passes by slowly. it reminds me of his kindness. his optimism. it helps us stay afloat when tsunamis tend to come and go. and it's calm, familiar feeling makes me as happy as his cat.
his eyes, sharp gray. those orbs i could stare into all day. the reminder of rock. how it's stubborn, and refuses to crumble. only softened by patient, calm waters that flow freely. never easily giving up, strength and sturdiness. however, a bit of denseness is hammered into his brain, forever oblivious to my feelings. a side effect, i suppose.
sometimes a certain flare comes about those rocks. it reminds me of lava. how he ignites a fire of confidence. how those ashes and little bits of flame make my face burn, and my heart quicken a thousand paces.
his hair. this is what was most similar to those very simple cherry blossom trees. how it spiked out and was all over the place. yet, it had a certain gracefulness to it. you wanted to brush it lightly with your fingertips. that pink, salmon-ish tint that it has. the sweetness of cotton candy and the charm of a valentine's heart. the one where it stands out from the rest, moving graciously, yet unnoticing how many people adore him.
he reminds me of the earth itself. his smile of the sky and clouds above. his eyes, stuck to the ground, stubborn, dense, lovely. his hair of cherry blossoms, a mix between touching the horizon and staying close below.
he is you. and if at this point you didn't notice, you're as dense as i describe you as.
one day, i'll tell you. i'll show you these letters and we'll laugh years later about my silly crush on you.
𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮,
𝓵𝓾𝓬𝔂 𝓱.
first, english ended.
and then the yellow envelope with a pink heart fell to the tile floor.
finally, the boy with cherry blossom hair picked it up.
