I Love You And I Let You Go

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▶┆Chapter ninety-seven [97]

❝I loved, and I loved, and I lost you.❞

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★·.·'¯'·.·★ иσямαℓ ρ.σ.ν. ★·.·'¯'·.·★

LUCY FELT THE UNFAMILIAR FEELING of hope well up in her chest, like a new blossoming of flowers in the spring. It gave her anticipation for a future outside of this dreadful place. She could see it from here—the precious happy glow of the sun. It glittered beyond the slightly open wooden doors and looked like a colossal gold coin hung in the sky. 

Her feet pounded against the marble beneath her feet, and she could feel anxiety creeping up on her as she listened to the footsteps behind her, closing in like a pack of wolves on a doe. 

The noises blurred around her as she struggled to maintain her even breathing. She could feel the fresh breeze wafting in, ghosting over her arms like the caress of an old friend. The blonde wanted nothing more than to finally stand in the warmth of the sun, and relish the feel of grass on her bare feet. She'd go everywhere; she'd visit the ocean, and giggle as the sand squished between her toes and the sea licked her feet. 

Lucy was almost there. The wide door to freedom was in front of her and within her grasp. She could go anywhere, do anything, and be anyone she desired to be. 

Her hand grazed over the smooth metal door handle, full of bubbly happiness. She could finally leave this horrible nightmare. Lucy never knew how exciting it could be to go outside. She could do anything once she was free. Maybe she'd write a new, really awesome novel. Or maybe she'd join another guild, or travel the world. She could move to a new city, live in a new, grand house, and become a writer for a living. Perhaps Lucy would find happiness elsewhere. Anything was possible.

Or so she thought.

Because suddenly, none of that was possible anymore. All those possibilities, all those options, vanished in the blink of an eye. Just a second ago, they were real, viable prospects. She could have chosen any path she'd liked, no matter how difficult or how many twists she ran into. 

But...it was no use. 

Her freedom was gone. 

Lucy hit the ground roughly, knocking the air out of her chest. She gasped for oxygen, features scrunched up in a pained grimace. She was disoriented for a moment, before realizing that the pounding footsteps were close. Her brown and blue flecked eyes narrowed in anger, realizing that the male body on top of her was the reason she had been torn away from her freedom and her happy ending. 

And when she focused on the silky sunshine yellow hair on the man, she felt fury pour into her blood. How dare Laxus tackle her! Rage consumed her thoughts as she remembered the last time they had been this close was when he had tried to kill her. All she could feel was cold, hostility and anger towards the person on top of her. She struggled to control herself but knew it was a futile fight. She wouldn't be winning this specific fight with her inner demon. 

"Blondie, please!"

The nickname made her mouth curl up into a snarl without thinking. It made her more unstable, and she longed to punch the person through the ceiling. She wanted Laxus to feel her pain—even if he couldn't feel it emotionally, she could make him feel it physically.

She growled lowly, a dangerous glower on her face, as she reared back and got ready to strike the man in the face.

"Princess, please, listen to me!" 

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