The guild's building - normally overflowing with voices and laughter - was silent tonight. He had lost track of what time it was a while back, somewhere between his fourth and fifth drink. It wouldn't even matter if the place was as loud as it usually was, Laxus would have been able to tune it all out because right now, the only person in existence was the white-haired girl in front of him, cleaning a cup. Mirajane Strauss. Elder sister to Elfman and Lisanna. S Class mage. Take Over magic user, known for her Satan Soul. The Demon.
The love of his life. Or as people will be calling her whenever they bring her up, "The One That Got Away". That wasn't really true. Firstly, when it comes to "Ones That Get Away" cases it because of some outer forces out of both lovers' control. Secondly, she would never really be away - at least Laxus hoped not. She would still be the waitress in their guild. If one of them had to leave, it would be him. So, no, she wasn't the "One That Got Away". She was the one that dumped him because he made some stupid mistakes and she got mad and he got mad and then everything spiraled.
At first, Laxus was like "Whatever, it's not like I haven't seen single before." But that was before he realized how used he was to Mirajane taking care of him. How used he was to her cooking for him, doing his laundry, cleaning up his apartment. His eyes refocused on the Demon. He had to say something. He had to get her back into his life. It was completely necessary for his survival. His mouth searched for the right words, but he had never been eloquent. It used to be that when he encountered a problem, he would just beat it up. But you couldn't do that to relationship problems.
You're a genius Laxus, got her now.
Mirajane paused in her movement and turned her head slightly to face him for a split second before returning to her cleaning of cups. "Yes?" Her voice was testy, almost as if she was speaking the word through clenched teeth.
"You should be."
Ow. When did Mirajane get such a sharp tongue? Maybe he was just too used to her sweet words.
"No, really, I am Miarjane."
"I heard you the first time, Laxus." His name was a hiss and suddenly Mirajane's movements got a lot louder and faster. He almost winced as he heard her nearly slam a cup down. Not a good start.
The tone he used managed to make her stop in her frenzied cleaning movements. She shot a glare at him, her dark blue eyes like sapphires. By that, Laxus meant they were cold and hard and sharp. And beautiful. "Yes?" The word was actually being spoken through clenched teeth now.
"I-I can't. I actually f-cking can't. Like f-ck. I need you in my f-cking trash life, I am sorry I am really sorry like actually demon please believe me please. I can't, like I can't remember the last time I ate food, I legit can't because you always cooked for me and now there's no food and there's nothing in my damn fridge except for I have no clue because I haven't opened my fridge in like two weeks. Also, I haven't paid my bills. I can't even find my bills. Do you have any goddamn idea how much of a mess my life is right now, I-I-I-f-ck." He slammed the wooden counter with a fist, eyes staring straight ahead now. "And I didn't separate the darks from the lights and now all my goddamn white shirts are lavender Mirajane. Lavender! Not like a deep purple, but like a light lavender. Pale lavender. We're talking lavender lavender over here. So I have to buy new shirts because I didn't and I can't and I f-ck!" Second time he ended a sentence with the f word, good job Laxus. Nobody can compare with your silver tongue. Screw it, he'll just wallow in his self-pity, Mirajane's never coming back to him especially not after that. What was he thinking? Opening his mouth? Attempting to solve things by talking? He would have had a higher chance of getting a pig to fly.
Glancing really quickly at Mirajane, he noticed that she was staring at him, eyes wide and blue like the sky or the ocean or whatever romantic thing he would normally say about her eyes. Turning to face her again, he narrowed his eyes, searching for something to say. Instead of saying something that would convince her to come back to him, he shouted lavender one more time, making some weird gesture with his hands. She continued staring.
Grumbling to himself about bills and laundry, Laxus turned and stood up, walking down the hallway to exit the building, fur jacket flapping behind him.
It was over.
He just blew his last chance.
Time to go home and get even more drunk.
No. No, life didn't work like that. She wasn't saying wait because she was going to call him back and tell him that she still loved him and wanted to be together again and give him another shot. Life wasn't a storybook.
He continued walking.