13Hey guys, I'm sorry I haven't posted much. I had a MASSIVE case of writers block...
But anyway here's the long-awaited chapter for the favorite story Forgiven.
As always, all rights go to the wonderful Hiroshima!
Enjoy!
Its been four days... I'm beginning to think he isn't coming back. I've been staying up crying almost every night since he left, the nurses had to give me eyedrops because of how bloodshot they are. Tomorrow is supposed to be my discharge date, and then for the next six months I have physical therapy sessions. They'll teach me to walk again, to run and live a normal life. He took so much from me... And now it seems I might never get it back...
I sighed softly, feeling the darkness and cold pain in my heart. He must be really angry with me... But then again, I don't blame him. My fingers lazily raked through my golden hair, pulling it away from my eyes. I can hear them, footsteps drawing closer and closer to my room. They don't belong to him, their to small, and they click like a heel is attached to them. Its a woman. The small flicker of hope within me dies yet again, I pushed him away for good this time.
A light knock on my door pulled my thoughts away from him, forcing me back to the present. I look over and see a woman with dark red hair dressed in an expensive pantsuit, her onyx eyes look so much like his, maybe their siblings? "You're Lucy right?" "Yes, may I ask who you are?" She smiles softly, then takes a seat to the left of the bed. "My name is Erza Dragneel-Scarlett, I'm Natsu's older sister.. I'm here because he's too pig-headed to deal with this himself. Much less fix things between the two of you without a shove in the right direction to get him going."
"Dragneel... Scarlett? Are you married?" She laughs, not at me, but like, in a conspiratory way. "Soon to be actually, but my name is like that because I'm adopted. I had my father change it that way because I'm more of a Dragneel than I am a Scarlett, I don't even remember my real parents. But thats another story for another time, I'd like for you to tell me your side of the argument. Natsu isn't the most reliable when it comes to how fights went down, his memory seems to shift the conversation into more or less his favor.."
I felt myself smile softly, the image of him shuffling his feet as he tries to make it seem like less of his fault sounded cuter than I'd ever thought possible. It took me a minute to realize she was studying me intently, almost calculatingly. "I see now.. He was wrong, very much so. You do love him, although you seem not to want to admit it. May I inquire as to why that is?" I duck my head, looking away from her eyes as a sudden sense of shame fills me. "I don't have much luck when it comes to men, my father enjoyed trying to force the wealthy suitors into marriage to expand the family fortune... I gave up on trying to be with someone after i realized the only ones who genuinely benefit from the relationship, were the family members. When Natsu told me I was his soulmate, I panicked... He wouldn't let me explain that I wasn't sure I was ready for a relationship, that I wanted to take things slowly..."
When I look back up, I notice that the seat she'd taken earlier was the one usually left for Natsu. Her hand gently encloses mine, her expression soft and sympathetic. "You are mistaken my dear, the ones who truly benefit from a relationship are the ones in the relationship themselves. When a toxic person can no longer control you, they will attempt to control how others see you. Relationships work just the same, but remember this: Lovers have the distinct advantage over those who wish to see them fail... Now, I have to go. I have a meeting in about twenty minutes, I'll make sure he comes around Lucy.. As stubborn as he is, I know he still cares for you very much." She squeezed my hand comfortingly, then stood to leave. She collected her purse and made her way to the door, but when she reached for the handle, it turned and opened without her aid.
There in the doorway, was the man I'd dreampt of seeing for the last four days... He looked like hell, his hair was a mess and his face had stubble on it. He was dressed in a lazy, yet casual style. A tank top and black sweats covered him, along with his black sneakers and red-black hoodie. "Erza? What are you doing here?" His gaze slowly drifted toward me, his eyes lighting up when they met mine, then they did something I've only seen him do when we were first meeting each other. They became guarded and distant, like he was waiting for me to tell him to leave. He had no idea how much I'd missed him, how much I had prayed for him to come back, just so I could let myself see him. "Natsu... I..."
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Love, BlackRose999
