This is a GerZa drabble~ To be honest, I don't really ship this pairing much at all! *shot* So why did I write it?
... I don't know.
My Erza pairings go like this: GrayZa (the best EVER! It's tied with NaLu for OTP status), NatsuZa (Can't help it. Titania Falls got to me), and then GerZa. It's just so sad that I don't really like it all that much. In a way, this drabble expresses how I feel about this pairing.

I tend to ramble in A/Ns, so I'm gonna shut up now. Enjoy~
-xxGlassRose :)

She picked up the piece of paper in her hand and felt all the feeling it contained seep out in droves. She took in a sharp breath just to handle the magnitude of it all as she let the emotions pour into her mind.

It was beauty, friendship, romance, pain, misery, separation, despair…

It hurt.

Images of him flooded her psyche as a single tear fell from her eye.

He was gone. Forever. Alive, but dead to her.

There was always hope; yes, one must remain hopeful in times of adversity. However, the rational side of her said to abandon that hope. The chances of getting him back were too faint, too unlikely.

But she kept holding onto the sliver she still had.

In order for them to be, she would have to sacrifice everything, and she was not ready to do that. There were people who cared deeply about her. People who wanted to help her through these bleak times and be strong for her when she could not. People who wanted to stop the tears from falling.

Turning away would be a slap in the face to those she loved.

She could not have lived without them. And she wasn't ready to give up her life.

No, it was not simple. Things like that never were. It was her love or her life, and she chose life. And deep down, she was glad she did. But on the outside, it was insurmountable pain, wearing away at her heart and waging a war in her mind.

She knew he wanted to stop the pain. But he couldn't. And as much as they wanted it to work, it wouldn't.

No matter how much they wanted it to.

She took in a deep breath and watched as the paper fluttered to her feet, bobbing in the water and drifting off.

Erza had let go.

Her red hair whipped around and she turned away, but not without sneaking one last peek at the rising sun.

Scarlet.

She stopped, shook her head and walked slowly away, taking it all in. Maybe one day the thoughts expressed on the paper would reach him. And then he would know how she had felt. Just maybe.

There was always hope.

…

On the paper were scribbled three words:

I loved you.