Gajeel and Levy: Our Cliche
"Gajeel, do you get lonely," my voice was steady, but I couldn't help the question that poured out. I guess sympathy can inspire care. I guess my care is just impulsive as is others' sympathy.
The way his crimson eyes floated to me. The way his lips part as if he was to speak, but nothing came out. The way his breath came out unsteady, lashing my heart into pieces. He nodded, and spoke, "Not always."
\\\I do not own any of these characters, just simply love them to bits.///
**background photography of the cover credited to Danielle Nelson**