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,
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
Poor GirlPoor GirlShe is one who lives with fake smiles and cheerAnd is the one with no one dear.Although to all she wise beyond her yearsIt is herself she truely fearsWith a horrid face she sees herselfAnd someone that all could live withoutUseless, Ugly,Broken and ShamedIt is only she to be blamedPoor girl will never see the truthFor she is still in her youthShe watches the world pass byWith blue empty eyesInside she rots from the inside outJust waiting for the day when she will give outMost others do not see through her maskFake friends find this to much of a taskOnly to be used and thrown outShe will simply go withoutHer ambitions trampledHer happiness in shamblesTo her mind she runsto escape everyoneIn her own world she is at peaceUntil all her life functions cease.
+Helpless+__written storyHiding in my closetWith my doll in my armsI close my eyes andCover my ears, andPretend that nothings happenedUsually daddy just hitsMommy once or twice,But I keep hearing herScreaming and she begsHim to stop, IHear him say that heHates her and heWants her to payI whisper a prayer for mommyBecause I don't knowWhat to do, suddenlyI start to cry andHope God helps her soonI hear mommy give a scream so loudThen it's silent....quiet as a mouseI slowly come out of my closetAnd start looking around the houseThere I see mommyOn the kitchen floor,Lying face down withBlood all around herI cry so hard whileholding my doll tightMy daddy is standingOver her and in his handThe bloody knife...He looks at mommyThen back at meHe looks crazy andHe says ever so softly"You're a witness."And I know what's comingMy daddy starts walkingTowards me, with murderIn his dark eyes...This is the story onHow me and my mommy died...