Fairy Tail x Reader

Sting x Reader - Protection

I'm going to let go of my dream so that yours can come true.

So, I guess you could say this is a goodbye letter. I don't want you to suffer anymore. I don't want you to be alone anymore. I don't want you to throw away your life because of me anymore. Sit at home anymore. Beat yourself up anymore. Stare at all the girls comparatively anymore. Be with me anymore.

I hope you know this hurts me more than you could ever imagine.

I've arranged the flight and already told your parents your going home. I know you've missed them. I've also submitted your old college application, which are just waiting for your approval.

So leave. And for your sake, never think of me again because you shouldn't. I'm just the stupid blonde boy that ruined your life.

If you leave, you'll be happy.

So please. Please leave for me.

And for the last time,

I love you.

-Sting.

You gripped the piece of paper like a vice as tears pooled out of your eyes uncontrollably. The word "no" repeated over and over again in your head as you begin to shake.

"No," you whispered, "this couldn't be happening."

In denial, you sobbed. You fell to the floor, the emotion inside you taking hold of your body and leaving you in the worst pain you've ever been in. Your stomach contracted to disappear, your heart pounded to escape, and you lungs deflated to silence your pain. You ran out of breath and choked but not even that stopped the tears from falling.

What hurt the most was that the letter that was crumpled in your hand, spoke nothing but truth to you. You had given up your dream for him, had lived in agony and despair, had broke into many pieces.

And he noticed.

And he tried to fix it.

And he loved you.

Shouldn't that be enough?

You gripped that hope with as much force as you had on the letter, and ran. Down the stairs, through the living and dining rooms. Down more stairs and extravagant hallways. All the way until you reached the front door. But as you reached for the handle of the door, you froze.

You couldn't step outside, not with the tears in your eyes, the redness of your face or the puff in your cheeks. You couldn't go outside regardless.

You turned and leaned your back against the door as you managed to catch your breath. You slid down until you hit the floor in defeat.

Outside there were clicks, and flashing and yelling to look this and that way or simple questioning your every move. Outside was a world you didn't - never - belonged to.

Nothing was simple about Sting. Everything was extraordinary. From his eyes to his life. And you didn't belong one bit.

"Ms. (L/n)?" A rough voice called out. Looking up it belonged to one of Stings drivers/servants.

He didn't question your tears or the fact that you remained on the floor behind the door that lead outside to where Sting remained somewhere.

"Would you like to pack your stuff or shall I?" The question wasn't rude and was never intended to be. The man in the suit with a buzz cut, smiled warmly at you, his eyes sad as if he knew. He probably did before you.

Unable to speak you shook your head and somehow he understood.

"I'll pack. You can stay here or migrate to the couch, either one is fine. I'll be back soon to depart for the airport." And then he disappeared up the stairs.

In the car as it drove away, more tears fell. However, thankfully, you were no longer crying. No longer was your body overtook by the grief. Now you were merely just sad.

"I can turn this car around and we can go see him." The driver suggested, looking through the rearview mirror. You looked up and met his kind eyes. You felt yourself smiling back.

But you shook your head.

It wasn't enough that he loved you. And you don't know if it ever will be.

Love didn't stop the any of the sadness that overtook your body until you felt like you were drowning.

But what was enough was that he was protecting you. And even though you were leaving him, that was enough for you.

"Bye Sting," you whispered. "May we meet again, in better circumstances where you won't ever have to protect me again."