I feel so... empty.

Is this how love is supposed to feel?

Blonde thought to herself as her palm caressed her skin above her pumping heart.

It's so heavy..

It was like a void. A dark void. A never ending dark void that consumes everything, so you're left feeling nothing. Empty. Nothing to subside your hollow soul that creeps in the shadows.

Blonde stared at the ceiling, surrounded by darkness of her apartment. This feeling seemed  like it would never go away.

tap, tap

Her hollow eyes stared at her opened window. Then her eyes met his. The boy who had a great timing in every situation. He would always show up when she needed him most.

She didn't need to say anything, not a single word. Their eyes spoke instead.

He smiled softly in her direction and that was enough, enough to make her crack a smile back.

Natsu hopped down from the frame of her window and landed quietly next to her bed where she sat. He placed himself next to her as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

For a spare moment, everything was alright.

He twisted his wrist to the side, offering Lucy to place her hand in his. Which she gladly accepted.

His touch and his presence was wonderful, it was what completed her.

She held his hand until it slowly became more and more transparent and it soon faded away. Leaving the blonde all alone, again.

Just an illusion..

She clenched onto the sheets with all her might as the tears burnt in her throat.

She glanced at the small table near her bed and took a small piece in her hand.

A photograph, that was all it took for the tears to burst Lucy's dam of restraint. She clutched the solid wooden frame tight in her hand, able to see a ghostly reflection of her face in the thin sheen of glass that covered it.

She looked past her own dreary eyes and stared upon his face that had been caught in a moment of perfection. It was the happiest memories that hurt the worst, they were the ones that cut the deepest.

She focused in on his eyes, they were glistening with the twinkle of laughter that she once loved so much. Now, they laughed at her. They reminded her of what she had lost. She clutched the frame tight, pressing it hard to her breasts wishing to feel his head resting upon them one last time.

It was in that moment blonde realized she no longer knew how she felt. She was numb, yet somehow in agony. She longed to be free of him, yet she wanted him back more than she'd ever wanted anything else.

"I miss you.." she whispered.

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kinda feeling this chapter

kinda living it lol