Erza flew silently through the night sky, allowing the cold wind to rush past her without caring where her wings were taking her.
Her long silver-white hair had fallen across her face, hiding her eyes from the world beneath her, but there was no hiding the tears that continued escaping from them.
Each tear rolled across her cheeks before being carried away by the wind, leaving behind the only visible evidence of how completely the argument had shattered her.
Her mind refused to become quiet. No matter how far she flew from the apartment, every moment continued replaying with painful clarity, beginning with the instant Yuuta had slapped her hand away and told her not to touch him.
She remembered reaching toward him because she thought he was still suffering from the Crown Seal, only for the man who normally accepted her touch without hesitation to look at her as though even her hands had become something dangerous.
"Don't touch me."
