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The memories of her passed through their minds as she lay their peace fully, sleeping. 'Please wake up...' they thought, but knew they needed a miracle, now. "It's to late..." The tall woman with pink hair said standing next to her childhood friend, a short, old guild master. There tears that slowly started to flow. "N-No... It can't be late, we still have on more day!" The salmon hair teen yelled, both angered and sorrowful, for he knew it was no use in looking for the item now. He refused to give up, though, and neither of his friends did either. "Yeah, Natsu's right!" The ice mage said, tears streaming down his face. He didn't care about insulting the fire mage right now, all he cared about was the celestial mage laying in the bed. "Master, there must be another way. Is there a substitute or something!?" The red headed mage said trying to keep her voice even. "I am sorry, my child, but there is nothing we could do now." Their eyes widen as they fall to their knees. They openly cry out as a small, short blue haired mage ran in. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had done but they had a spark of hope that soon went out when she saw her nakama on the floor near here best friend's bed. She slowly backed away but bumped into a tall man with iron piercings all over him. A frown was place on his face as he embraced her. He looked at the person in the bed with grief and sorrow. Sure they didn't bond much but it broke his heart seeing his friends, that gave him a second chance, at this state. The salmon haired teen felt himself being embraced but it felt faint. This made him cry harder. The faint embrace made him think of her, the one he loved so much. He had yet to say those three words that he longed said to her, but now it's too late. " Natsu! Guys! I'm right here! Stop crying! I'm awake! I'm right here!" A voice keep repeating but to no avail. She stared at the body on the bed and started to weep. "I'm right here..."
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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