Father, once… just once I would like having a conversation with you. But, it is too late.

Father, mom have been crying for days, dad – no – Loke have tried to comfort her the best.

Father, I don't know how much longer she can take it.

Father, it would be so much easier if you returned to us.

Father, even if I know you never will, there is still something I want to ask you.

Father, you were a RM-project, does it mean that I am one too? Or am I a purely human being?

I want answers for my questions.

But you are long gone.

Would you have stayed with mom if you knew… knew that she was bearing your child?

So, this is why I am writing these quotes for you to read, sometime in the next life.

Death is nothing we look forward too, that I know.

I just want to hear your voice and maybe visit your tomb.

I cannot tell you 'I love you daddy', you are still an unknown man to me.

I am sorry for not knowing you, seeing you as a complete stranger.

But still I am a part of you as much like I am a part of mom.

We are one.

Forever we will.

-Aisare Heartphilia

Aisare had, after getting to know who his real father is, getting into more fights than usual. His anger boiled inside him like a volcano ready to cover the island with the hot and deadly lava. Lucy were to attend at least four meetings with the principal in a week.

Loke, his father figure, realized that Aisare wouldn't look at him with the same eyes anymore.

Aisare couldn't maintain himself for long beore he burst out in a fit of cussing and breaking stuff. Lucy, already in her miserable state could do nothing else but cry. She still wasn't over Aisare's father's death. It hurt too much to even try.

"Aisare, I need to talk with you." Said young boy changing his gaze to Loke, giving him a frown. Loke pushed up his blue glasses, walking over to the teenager. He sat down beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You can't act like this, your mother won't get any better."

"Then what could be better for her?!" Aisare shouts at him, a fierce glare cutting in between. The auburn haired man looked down to Aisare's hands, eyes softening as he sees the photo on the father to the youth.

"I think your father have the answer." He answered Aisare. Aisare closed his eyes, exhaling loudly.

"He's dead. I can't talk to the dead, can I?" Loke only shook his head.

"Think about it." He said next, patting his shoulder while standing up.

Father, Loke talked to me he said some pretty crazy stuff. Like talking to you and seek an answer.

Father, how on earth will I be able to do that? You are dead!

Father… please, help me.

Lucy stared down to the scattered letters on the desktop. No energy to move. The door opened, still she made no move to look who it is walking in.

"Mom?" her son's voice reaches her ears. Still she didn't react. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" a soft touch on her shoulder, but she remains unmoving.

A sad sigh.

"Mom-"

"I'm sorry, Aisare!" he jumped at his mother's cracked voice. He tensed as tears slowly made their way down the sides of her face. "I'm sorry for not telling you who your father is. I'm so, so sorry!" she cried, looking up to him with pale face and bloodshot eyes. Aisare's knees gave out under him, arms around his beloved mother. Bringing her into a tight hug, he tried to hold back the tears. But it broke.

Hot tears fell, leaving dark round dots on the wooden floor.

"I'm sorry too, mom."

The son hugged his mother closer, shedding tears for the man they can call family.

Father, 3 years has gone by since the news of you death. Mom is back to her old self.

Father, but even if she is, I still can see pain in her eyes.

Father, did you love those brown eyes as much as I do now?

Father, did you love her even more?

Father, ever heard of the song 'Try'? I think you have. It suits this moment.

Father, I am turning 20 tomorrow. My birthday is the 14th of February.

Father, mom told me yours are the 13th of February, so happy birthday dad!

Father, mom wishes you luck up there.

I still won't say I love you…

But you should know that once in our next life, I will.

-Aisare Heartphilia – Dragneel

-The End-

(for real this time… or is it?)

Ok, ok! I know this is pointless shit but it really needed to get out of my head! D': I can't help but cry at the end… You maybe thought Natsu would come back in some magical way, but no, I'm cruel enough to let you get all your hopes crushed. Sorry!

This is taken out of Aisare's POV… sorta XD it's him writing the small poems to Natsu. Strange things comes out of strange people, right? (:

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