Cinnamon and Smoke

My tears fell silent to them as they stopped talking. I turn around and ran as fast as I could ... I gripped his scarf tighter as I ran. I ran from all our memories and smiles. I ran from the guild. I ran from Erza. I ran from Gray. I ran from everyone. I ran from my past. But mostly, I ran from him. Not a deathfic, just disguised as one.