Natsu POV

It's been a few weeks since we found out that Luce was missing. Saying I wasn't worried would be an understatement. I'm worried sick about her! Every mere tought of her made my heart hurt. I never felt this before. It really hurts.

It hurts to the point I cry myself every night. Of course I don't tell this to anybody. I don't want them to think I'm weak or something.

Everyday I go to the guild with a fake smile. I laugh. I make jokes. You know the usual. But everything it's just a mask. But I have to hope we find her.

We have sent search parties everywhere. Everybody thinks the most heartbrokens are the Strauss siblings. But it's me. They don't expect that the most dense, idiot, stupid, the one who laughs, the one who smiles, the one who fights everyday for the most stupidest things, the one who didn't knew what love was, the one who cheer people up, they don't expect I'm the one feeling the most heartbroken.

Nobody looks close enough to see through this mask. Nobody ever does. And it hurts. They weren't kidding what depression felt like.

It's like your drowning. Screaming your head off but nothing comes out because your under water. You move your hands frantically but nobody ever sees you. You slowly bit by bit die. The most painful death anybody can ask for. Minutes passes by until you finally go unconcious. Now this is your last hope. If nobody finds you unconcious falling deeper down the water. Then you know your a goner.

But that only happens if you don't know how to swim. If you do know how to swim you can stay above water safely. Unless you hit your head or something. But otherwise then that your good. Good thing I know how to swim.

Because I don't mind pretending.