Letter Eleven
Lucy,
He Lucy. I know you're probably pissed at the fact that I haven't written to you in all the weeks you've been missing. What the hell am I saying? You probably won't ever get these anyways. I want you to know that I hate you though. I want to at least.
No, I don't want to hate you. You're my nakama, I can never hate you. That, and you're one of my best friends. But why, Lucy? Why did you have to leave like Ultear and Ur? Like my father? Wasn't it you who told me that the guild would always be there for me? So why did you leave?
I hate saying this, especially around Flamebrain who is still torn over you, but I think you're dead. As much as I don't want it to be true it's the only conclusion I can think of. How else could Ass Flame lose your scent so easily? No one in the country has seen you, and we can't even sense your magic anymore.
Or did you leave us on purpose? Did you go to a different country to escape us? If you did, why? I thought we were family! I thought you loved Natsu! I thought you swore you'd protect him and always be there for him! So why are you gone?
With all these thoughts in my head, it's hard for me to stay happy and try to cheer everyone up when I keep coming to the idea that you might be dead. How can I be happy if my little sister is dead? I know we're not blood related but you're still my little sister.
If you are alive and just ran away, I want you to think about Natsu. I want you to think about how much he's hurting. Hell, the idiot even confessed his love to you in a letter. Granted he crossed it out, but we can still see it clearly! He loves you, and you love him. He should really hide them if he doesn't want us to read them.
So if you're not dead Lucy, and please don't be dead, come home to us and to Flamebrain. We all miss you.
Gray F.
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