Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.-Crona Gorgon
Erza and Jellal Fanfiction II- Goodbye Fairy Tail*Erza was in a relationship with Jellal*Erza was at Jellal's house and was still sick. "Are you feeling better Erza?"Jellal asked, "I'm feeling a little better, thanks."Erza replied, "Erza, I..."Jellal said, "What is it?" said Erza, "I was planning to go on a journey in Fiore and uhmm, I was thinking..that will you go with me..."Jellal said nervously. "How can I leave the guild? The guild will need me you know..."Erza replied, "However, I can tell the guild that I will go on a journey alone."Erza added. Jellal smiled, "Then tomorrow we'll go to the harbour!", "To-tomorrow? tomorrow already?"Erza asked, "Well, yes the sooner the better."Jellal said, "Okay, I'll pack my things later, I'm all better."Erza replied sadly. Jellal hugged Erza saying,"I know it's hard for you to leave the guild, If you decline my invite then it's fine." Jellal said to Erza. "It's not like I don't want to go with you, What if something bad happened to the guild?"Erza said, "Hey it's okay, remember Natsu, Gray,
ParchmentI speared you with a black-ink pen.I tried to balance the weightof our weare-worn shoulders.Tried to counter it with beautyand hopefulness , with my hopes,persistence & with my dark love.They came to see it in hundreds,Droves, of similarly seekinghope and a reason to continue.Reasons to love, even when ithurts. Reasons to try when thevast weight of differences 'tweenus can't be fixed by addinga single strike of strength through the middle. Our love wasn't strong enough for poetry to save. It crumbled to nothing but the paper beneath the pen, and my half broken voice whispering atale of our forgotten, broken, love.
Too soonI have some things to sayBefore you slip awayYou try to guard your heartBecause your awful partI feel your painBut don't let it make you lameI say this not as a friendNor with advise to lendI observe with a deeper feelingOne very more sealingSo ill look and be nearBut i will fearYou will never love meBut we will wait and see