The Guardian and The Priestess

Crossed Paths

"Lucy!" Cana, my carefree senpai, called from her desk.

Her office is right across from mine.

"Yeah?" I responded, sounding uninterested.

"A gentleman's looking for you!" she wiggled her eyebrows, amusingly, and I rolled my eyes.

"Not interested." I deadpanned and she frowned, pouting.

"Well, he looks rather wild and hot~" She cooed and I sighed.

"I don't care. Again, I'm not interested." I groaned, still working on my manuscript.

"He's name's Bacchus. I heard he's famous and owns a bar downtown." She giggled lightly.

"Then, date him yourself." I whined, trying to concentrate on my work.

"Oh well! At least I got your permission. Don't come crying to me when you decided to want him for yourself." Cana chuckled.

"Never dreamed of it." I growled, shooing her.

"You know, if you continue being like that, you'd grow into an obaa-san without any guy to grow old with." Cana persuaded, but I just shrugged.

"I'm not ready." I simply stated, focusing on my work.

"Lucy, you're 24! Come on, live a little! You can't just be single your whole life!" she argued and I smirked at her.

"Single and proud, remember?" I chuckled and she sighed in defeat.

"You're a handful." I heard her mutter, faintly, before walking out of my office.

"You're a handful." A voice in my head muttered.

I don't know.

But, from the time I graduated high school when I was nineteen.

I've been having blurry visions... of someone with princely looks but has pink locks?

He was distant and cold.

Nonetheless, the vision of that person never failed to keep my heart skip a beat.

Somehow, every time I kept on having blurred dreams about the man...

I felt like I wanted to cry.

The dream felt so real and his figure was etched to my heart.

But, it stopped when I finished my university education of four years.

I kept convincing myself, that I'm probably just dreaming to find a prince for a happy ever after.

Although, I know to myself that they were just fairy tales.

But, seriously?

A man with pink hair?

What kind of imagination was that?

Must be the side effects of being a romance author.

I'm a hopeless romantic, indeed.

But, I couldn't help but feel...

A little hope?

That...

I'd be able to meet a prince that would save me from reality.

I know. I know.

I'm acting childish, aren't I?

Somehow, I kept on having this feeling that I'm forgetting something important.

I sighed and laid my back on my chair to relax, for a bit.