It was the dumbest music box Natsu had ever seen.
The trinket played but a single note persistently; the metallic box itself was stained with an odd, greenish color. It looked as if the music box had been polished often- Natsu didn't have an inkling why Erza would waste her time beautifying a piece of trash.
What Natsu didn't know was that twelve-year-old Jellal had built the contraption out of the metallic scraps that littered the base of the Tower of Heaven. He had proudly presented it to Erza seven years ago.
Memories are the timeless treasure of the heart.
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Airy Nothings | jerza
FanfictionA collection of jerza drabbles & short stories. These snippets serve to inspire fanfic readers.
