Some Things Never End-Nalu

Lucy fell back on her bed in a slow, lethargic motion, feeling emotionally worn by what she just read. The letter slipped out of her chilled hand and settled beside her on the bed, staying open as if to remind her not to forget about what was written on it.

It was the first thing she had noticed when on her way home from the guild. After receiving her normal warnings from the two boatmen she passed on her way back, she noticed a messenger about to slip an evelope into the house’s mail slot, but she had arrived before he could.

“Ah!” the messengers attention turned to Lucy as she came closer to the door, “Would you happen to be a one,” he looked to the envelope in his hand and read the name on it out loud, “Lucy Heartfilia?”

Her face lit up a bit at the sound of her name, “Yes that’s me.” She hardly ever got mail from anyone, so she was extra curious as to who could’ve sent her something.

The messenger swiftly gave her the letter and was off, giving her a courteous smile before leaving, "Have a good evening miss."

"Ah, you too!" She looked up from the envelope, only able to get a glimpse at the back side of it before she had spoke to the man.

“Who could it be? Who could it be?” She spoke to herself in a sing-song voice as she made her way into her room, not wanting to look to see who the sender was just yet.

It greeted her normally, the lights were off and her window was shut with the curtains closed over it. Her desk sat in the corner of her room, looking distant as if it were sad that she had been gone for a few days. It was her home, but it was lonely most of the time.

Humming to herself she decided to warm up the place. She flipped the light switch as she entered and went into the kitchen to start some tea, the flames from the stove giving off some warmth into her kitchen at least.

I bet if Natsu and Happy were here the place would feel a lot warmer. I'm almost surprised they weren't here waiting for me. Her thoughts were slow and longing as she went to start a bath for herself, placing the letter on her desk before she left the room. She sat in the warm water for a few minutes and went over the events of that day, her back aching just from the thought of it.

Before she came home they had just gotten back from a mission that took a few days. It was the usual, stop some petty bandits and return what they stole, the only reason it took as long as it did was because Natsu went overboard yet again and destroyed some poor old man’s shop. In result, they had to stay there and help clean up while the bandits got away.

Eventually, they caught up and the rest fell into place. It was just an hour ago that the three of them had gotten off the train and went to report in to Master.

She had bid Natsu and Happy goodbye at the guild entrance, Natsu still feeling sick from the train, and thus began her walk home.

Lucy lowered half of her face into the water and blew bubbles, she hadn’t really wanted to say goodbye. She knew that when she got home, an empty room would’ve awaited her. Though oddly enough, she would have welcomed that any other day. For some reason, she really wanted to see that smile of his.

It’s probably nothing, she thought to herself.

Sighing, she pushed her now warmed body out of the tub, and quickly got dressed, black shorts and an over-sized shirt were what awaited her bare skin.

Her tea would be at a perfect temperature by now so, she threw a towel over her dripping hair and eagerly padded her bare feet across the carpeted floor, her toes thankful that they weren't met with the cold wooden floor just yet.

“Alright then.” She spoke to herself as she set the tea on her table and picked up the letter from the desk.

“Let’s see who this is from!” She sat down and began to inspect the front of the envelope.

Oh, it looks official. She saw the stamp on the front and knew immediately who it was from. Her father had had many ordeals with them in the past, so this seal was fairly recognizable to her. What would the Official Court House of Fiore want with me?

With her curiosity now piqued to its highest level, she carefully ripped open the envelope.

The tears welled in her eyes as she read the formally typed words on the page, giving them a look of waves crashing about in an ocean. She figured this would happen sooner or later. She had just hoped that it would happen much, much later.

Enough, Lucy got up from her seat and fell back on her bed in a slow, lethargic motion, feeling emotionally worn by what she just read. The letter slipped out of her chilled hand and settled beside her on the bed, staying open as if to remind her not to forget about what was written on it.

I guess that feeling really wasn’t nothing. 

A single tear fell down the right side of her face, disappearing down her cheek and onto her sheet.

With a small, shaking voice and a heart that was feeling everything once again, she spoke into her silent room, “I guess some things never really end.”