Hey guys. This is actually my very first story to be published in here. This story inspired me because of the plot in a roleplay on Twitter. That's right. I do FTRP. I ship this couple a lot because of that so no judgements please. Enjoy the story and please review after.

Enjoy, Xoxo.

1: Aisle

It was a lurid and moonless night, where an amiable woman sauntered and stray across the streets of Magnolia. The woman, herself, was alone. She was used of being in a wearisome, single-handedly and unobtrusive circumstances. Her blonde hair glistens and emanate along, her hazel, brown eyes that coruscate the evening and the alluring skin that flares in brilliancy. Such an exquisite creature adorned the twilight and adored the lightless night. Along the distance, she distinguished a figure; such a foreshowing image of prefiguration, cogitated her eyes. She blockaded her tracks and lingered along this particular character. An amble was produced by the stranger as it sauntered towards her, creeping like a shadow. A gentle breeze was heard as he arrived to his destined point, whereas, the male was now in façade of her. Such stupefying 'image' made her aghast in astonishment yet terrifying heartbeat occurred for the man was familiar.

"L-Lucy…Lucy Heartfilia..." 'It' enunciated in a lenient and tender voice.

He called my name. She could feel the vehemence rising from her stomach. Soft, addicting and alluring voice made the night more beatific. His hair was seraphic and attractive; left strands were black, and right strands were white. She wanted to remove what held the hair tied entirely and see it herself how it would flow along the wind, …. yet her astounding sight was transformed into fright. Reminiscm of the past memories made her body sent to delicate shivers, this man….destroyed my very own future... due to her fear, she took one step backwards as her eyes widened in terror.

"I'm sorry... I came here to apologize..."

An apologetic and great sincerity of tone was heard. She blockaded her trembles. What? Apology? His utterances brought her acts motionless. Heartbeats brought the atmosphere palliate and confusions. The male's facials were contra distinct, that made her insides incite a little. Her expectations went different. She thought he would unleash an evil sneer, simper and more voracious this time. That he would retaliate her as what he did to her precious and valuable future. She couldn't utter even a single remark, but the future slayer himself could analyze her expression and thoughts.

Struck.

Beat.

To be continued...

Please review, and tell me something about it. If I get good reviews, I'll probably continue the story. Otherwise, I may not. Thank you. Btw, this is my RP account on Twitter - CordialSoul.