c/p prompt: red
He had always admired her hair, fiery like her personality. Nothing could ever hold Erza down, and everyone (especially Jellal) knew it.
"Erza, don't leave me!" the young boy cried out, watching as the ship sailed slowly away from the harbor. "How will I ever find you again?!" Jellal asked, still longing.
Erza locked eye with Jellal once more, too serious for a little kid.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, barely audible.
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xoxo
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The blue-haired young man lay down, crimson blood actively staining his wear. Next to him, a young lady knelt beside him, sobbing hysterically.
"How did you know how to find me?" Erza asked, staring at Jellal as if her determined stare could sustain his life.
"I will never forget Erza Scarlet.
"Scarlet.
"It was the color of your hair..."
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xoxo
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and then there was one heartbroken scarlet-haired lady, left alone in the night