Lucy thought she'd cried all the tears she could. For her return to the guild after seven years. For what they had gone through with Zeref. For her father. But now, before she knew it, she was crying again.

Before they had left, she hadn't let it show how much she missed Loki. To make herself feel better, she would just pretend he was on a mission. But now she couldn't.

She remembered. The drop in her stomach everytime he ran away from her. Even now that she knew about Karren, it still made her feel bad. She couldn't stop remembering how he hugged her, and then lied so that she didn't have to get involved, the grape milk they'd shared, and all the effort that she had put into saving him...just to have him still taken away from her.

She would never be able to love him. Her feelings were useless. He was a Celestial Spirit, a gold gate at that! He was out of her reach, except for their contract, who only use seemed to be plunging a dagger into her heart every time she looked at his key. She wondered how she could get over it. And she had no idea.

So, she did what she did best.

She got up, grabbed her bag, and ran.