A volatile past
Lucy and Gray were walking down the night street. Elsa went to the guild to report to the master, and Lucy and Gray decided to take a walk.
- I got an easy task. And without a Firebrand.
- But you destroyed several houses again!
- It's their own fault, they called me a pervert.
- So you undressed again.
Suddenly Lucy bumped into someone. The face was not visible because of the mask, only a small scar on the cheek was visible from under it, and the physique was hidden by a cloak.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
- No, nothing. – the stranger looked at Lucy's face – Lucy?
- Do you know me?
- Yes, that is, no. I have to go.
"And who was that?"
"He knew you.
- I don't know anyone with a scar on their face.
- All right, let's go to the guild.
- Let's go.
...
- I almost got caught. "Damn, they would have recognized me a little more. Lucy is alive. Am I in the past? Then that explains it all. Okay, let's fix the future."
The stranger was about to leave, but turned around.
- By the way, Lucy, I didn't have time to tell you then. I love you.
And he went off into the darkness of the night.