Takumi was returning to his former home to gather the rest of his things. He was going to move himself closer to his new guild, so that travel would be easier. He wasn't the white haired young man he had been when he had left Fairy Tail, but anybody who knew him would be able to tell it was really him by looking at the Scythe he was carrying, or by the familiar exceed that walked beside him.
As he approached the door of the house he had been living in for years, he closed his eyes, stopping for a moment to remember all that had happened in this house. His eyes closed, he let the faint breeze ruffled his hair, recalling all the moments that he had shared with others here. A small smile played across his lips, and he stepped towards the door, opening his eyes once more.
As much as he missed this place, it was time to move on. He had to move on, for the sake of all that had happened since he had left. He had a new guild, a new team, and it was time he stopped living in the past so he could enjoy that. As his hand reached for the door handle, something made him hesitate. Was he really ready to let go?
As he approached the door of the house he had been living in for years, he closed his eyes, stopping for a moment to remember all that had happened in this house. His eyes closed, he let the faint breeze ruffled his hair, recalling all the moments that he had shared with others here. A small smile played across his lips, and he stepped towards the door, opening his eyes once more.
As much as he missed this place, it was time to move on. He had to move on, for the sake of all that had happened since he had left. He had a new guild, a new team, and it was time he stopped living in the past so he could enjoy that. As his hand reached for the door handle, something made him hesitate. Was he really ready to let go?