Regret (A Grayza One Shot)

1.

"I want this." He pointed at his favorite ice cream flavor.

"What?" The vendor asked.

"I said, I want this."

"Kid, if you wanna say it, then say it properly, don't just point your finger cause I ain't no genius to guess which one you want."

"How many freakin times do I need to tell you that I want--"

"Isn't he pointing at what he wants? How dumb can you be?" A gravelly voice spoke from behind him.

He turned around and confusedly stared at the stranger.

--

"Man I was nervous...but it went well didn't it Gray?" Erza asked.

"I was a bit nervous too myself, but it was cool. I did my best."

"Hm, you sure did."

"Where are we headed next though?" Gray asked.

"To celebrate of course!"

"Uh...We just gave an audition Erza, we still have a long way to go for a celebration."

"But we have to celebrate for not embarrassing ourselves in front of the judges right?"

"Well, In a way--yeah."

"Then let's go! Drinks on me!"

"But no drinking too much cause you have a part-time job to go to--ERZA LOOK OUT!"

Darkness.

The car was spinning, and that's all Gray knew. Maybe they were shouting, maybe Erza had held Gray's hand and maybe they had stopped somewhere.

He opened his eyes, and hopefully Erza was by his side. Scratches of blood had scarred her face, but she was unhurt.

Everything happened so quickly but moved on so slowly. He could see people rushing by, and perhaps someone must have called 911 already. And he didn't feel pain, which was unusual to happen at what looked like a major accident.

"Er--" And he choked, but halfway. "Er--"

He couldn't call her.

"Gray..." Erza shook her head and turned. Her eyes widened slowly but in horror.

"Gr-ay..."

"Er--za."

But he felt breathless. He felt pain. The kind that couldn't be described, the kind that would scare you.

"Er--za--"

His vision dimmed. Erza was appearing distorted in his eyes, slowly and then all at once.

Darkness.