Moonmoths and Candlelight

One hundred candles burned in the Heartfilia Mansion each night. Like a beautiful ghost at nightfall, Lucy wandered the long hallways with a tinderbox and matches in her thin, graceful hands. She lit the candles on windowsills, and my role was to observe quietly, as if every candle had a name she'd only whisper to the wind, never to me. / NaLu, Natsu's POV