AN: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction of this category, though i have been reading for awhile of the Seven Deadly Sins. Ever have those moments when you put on some music, and get so lost in what your doing but when a certain song comes on, it just..inspires you? I had one of those moments right here with Just A Dream- Nightcore. Yes, I love nightcore, dont judge. :P Anyway, so I decided to cook this up for you all, noticing the lack of fanfictions on this category. I wish there were more, especialy since I'm such a big MeliodasxElizabeth shipper! Anyway, enough of the life story which I'm pretty sure most of you skipped! Onto it!

Disclaimer!: Sadly, I dont own the fabulous Seven Deadly Sins. *cough cough* yet. *cough cough* Because I totally dont have an army of hawks (yes, the pig) In my basement, ready to march into battle. Enjoy!

Love.

Its such a fragile, funny emotion. It can build you up, make you so strong and dependant, so caring and happy.

But it can also tear you down, make you so vunerable. So weak.

~Flashback~

'FInd Liz. Get her out. Find Liz, Get her out.'

That was the only thing running through his head. He raced across the battlefield, forcefully ignoring all the moans and grunts of pain. All the slaughter of bodies, the blood smeared on the ground as rain slowly started to shake the place.

She was okay. She had to be! She was strong, she would make it. She wouldn't leave him like all these others did to him. He just knew she wouldn't!

He raced, and raced as fast as his legs could carry him. She would be okay. They'd get out of here, report to the king their failure of keeping Danafor, and letting all those men die. But it wouldn't matter. Because she would be by his side. They'd be okay. Together.

...However, he was too late.

He saw her, against the coloum, sitting up, blood dripping out of her mouth, all over her armour.

He breathed in a heavy sigh, and opened his eyes. It was all just a dream. To him, back then, it was so real. Those feelings for her.

But it was only just a dream.

A sick, twisted dream life gave him. A happy dream, turn to nightmare. And the worst part? Life wouldn't let him forget. He got the absolute 'honor' of replaying those images in his head.

'I could've saved her. I was weak. I could have tried harder.'

He knew there wasn't much he could do, but he wouldn't so easily let himself off the hook. He was responsible for Liz's death. He was convinced.

Sometimes he liked to travel back, down that road. An old stroll, through nice memory lane. It usually gave him all kinds of outcomes. So, when he would take stroll, often where it lead, no one, not even his own mind, would know.

Her short hair, bathed in blood, hugged her head like there was no tomorrow, her bangs covering her right eye. He loved running his fingers through her hair. How soft it always was, so silky too.

He ran up to her, shaking her like crazy. Calling her name over and over, looking for a sign, a breathe, a pulse, cough, witty comment, anything! Anything to give him hope.

"Liz, liz please. Wake up Liz, you can't die. You can't do this to me!"

He was just barely contain his tears. She was alive! She had to be! For him!

She coughed madly from all the shaking suddenly, and tried to put a hand over her mouth. She stopped, finally, after a few seconds. She looked up at him, weakly, and he could slowly see the light fading from those beautiful blue pools.

"Mel...Meliodas..."

He could feel the tears leaking from his eyes, but he didn't care. She was alive! Thank goodness! A plan was already forming in his mind to save her.

"Liz! Thank goodness! We'll get you out of here, don't worry. I promise, I swear I wont let you die!" He said frantically.

She just smiled sadly up at him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away some tears. "You're so naive...Meliodas..." she whispered.

His eyes went as wide as saucers, and he looked in her eyes, searching any sign for hope.

"Liz...Liz dont do this to me! You can't! I love you, I love you so much! You can't...you can't leave me! We'll save you! I'll find you a healer! I'll do anything, just please dont leave!"

She kept her smile, and coughed again, before openin her mouth. "Mel..." She had another coughing fit, before breathing out her last words. "I love you, Mel..iodas..."

Three words were carried in the breeze as she slipped off into the world of the dead. "We'll...meet...again."

~End Flashback~

It was another one of those nights. Yet, this was a specific night at the same time. Normal, but special.

It was the final night of the festival. Everyone else was out partying, having a good time. Everyone, but me. 'Who's going to run the bar or be there in case someone walks in?' I tried to convince them.

After some more pushing, they decided to leave. Now, it was just me, myself, and I.

I walked around, putting spare trays and washing mugs, throwing away used bottles. But with every step I took, it felt like metal was weighing me down. My heart just wasn't with me that moment.

Finally, after everything that needed to be done was done, I sat down and grabbed a bottle of Vonya Ale, one of my favorites. I uncorked it and sat alone at the bar, drinking.

I wasn't an alcoholic like Ban, but I did appreciate a good drink every now and then. And tonight, seemed perfect.

I was thinking about her, again. It seemed to be a habit that's resurfaced lately.

I'm a demon. A demon with his own demons, at that. But most of the time, I wish I wasn't. The strength I get helps me, so do the amazing abilities. But the blood lust, the constant whispers of evil, they're too much sometimes. And especially, the thing I'm named after, the Wrath. The wrath of the demons inside.

My wrath is what killed her. The only thing I've ever loved. I was weak, I guess. I lost control of what I had tried for so many years to hide, to leash. And she suffered the consequences.

What would have happened if that didn't happen. If I hadn't lost control, if I hadn't even been born a demon?

What would we be? I would've proposed by now. I snicker to myself. The funny thing is, after the great battle, I was planning to make her mine. Forever.

But after, I just sold the ring. I canceled everything I had planned. I disappeared, they would say. I ran away. I couldn't be her night, I couldn't save her. After that day, it opened my eyes.

All of it. Her, my life, the happiness we shared. It was only just a dream.

I tried to travel back down the road to Danafor. I tried to find a way to bring her back. Would she even come back to me, if she were to be resurrected? I guess no one knows. Maybe the gods do. Only they could answer. But they wouldn't waste time on a pathetic little demon like me.

All of it, in the blink of an eye. It was all gone. It was all just a dream, an illusion of life.

I felt so happy, I guess. I was at the top of the world, the top of the ladder. I could touch the sky, I could feel the stars and breathe the crisp air. With her, I could do anything.

But now, its like I'm in a basement. I'm cold, empty, at the very bottom of the bottom. I don't think I'll ever feel the same again.

I want her to be mine again. So badly I do! But she's in her rightful place now, I guess. It still hurts though, even though shes with the goddesses, it hurts knowing someone, anyone but me has her.

Most days, even though I put on a mask, to hide it from the other sins, I feel like a zombie. I can't think for myself, I can't feel anything. I'm numb.

I should've proposed earlier, maybe. It could have given me an extra motivation. The life we would have together.

Deep down I know its a life, but I should've been able to do something about it!

In my dreams, though, I still see her. I see her beautiful face, those enchanting eyes of hers, like pools of cyan. Hear her melodic voice that could calm seas and lift hearts. That sift, silky red hair of hers that she always kept short, for a battle advantage point. To make it easier for herself to manage, also. And its natural red color, I didn't know many people with it. She was unique like that. I loved to run my fingers through it, to feel it, to hold her and calm her.

She was my lover, my soon-to-be-wife, my anchor. She was my whole life. She left me, so confused and dazed. So uptight, you could say.

But nothing good in this world ever lasts for anyone. She was just a dream, a far off vision. A taste of happiness, a taste of perfection, before I was dropped into the fires of hell.

That has to be where I'm at now, because shes all I see. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look, I see her. Something of her, or just her in general. Herself, her smell, her laugh or voice talking to me.

I hope she knows I'll never find another. (we all know he does though) Shes the only one I'll ever love, ever live for. Only one I'll yearn for. More and more, everyday the heartache grows.

When will I learn to stop? To stop looping myself through this endless hole of depression? Of sorrow?

Maybe never. Who knows?

I should've done more for her. Should've showed her I loved her more. I should've gave her all of my love and more of what I had.

But now I'm sitting here, in a lonely bar, thinking all about her. I come back to my senses, if only briefly, just to remember I need a new bottle of ale. I get up, and trudge over to my collection, grab a bottle and plop down again. I jump back into the hole of misery.

She wasn't an easy person. But then again, I guess I liked a challenge. Her attitude and her moral were tough, but I guess that is what made it so easy for me to love her.

But maybe it wasn't enough for her? It wasn't enough, but yet she stayed with me. She soon fell in love with me, as I did to her. Maybe shes somewhere where another will love her more than I ever could.

I frown at that, and clutch the bottle I'm holding tighter, and scowl at that idea.

I loved her so much. So bad, like a lovesick puppy. I followed her around, obeyed her every will and whim. She was the commander of my heart, the bearer of my soul. I wish that I could've given her everything she wanted. But she's gone.

I guess the gods hate me. They gave me her glorious vision, and a short time with her. They gave me her dream, the best dream I've ever had. But took it away, and I woke up.

She was just a dream.

I finished my last bottle, coming back to my senses for good. I threw it away, and got up. I trudged upstairs to the third floor balcony, and watched as fireworks went off. I guess it was one heck of a festival I was missing, or missed. I let the fireworks take me somewhere else, to a certain battle field, where the love of my life lay.

What cruel dream life is. Bittersweet.

'We'll meet again.'

I smiled sadly to myself, letting a single tear slip.

'I'll be waiting for you, Liz. I always will.'

AN: There you go guys! I hope it was alright. This takes place a few years before the gang went separate ways, and Melidoas met Elizabeth, the reincarnation of Liz. Remember to Review and tell me how you liked it! And of what I did wrong, how I could improve. I might make a series of these one shots, based on different songs. No, not all will be about Liz, but a good majority will focus on something surrounding Melidoas and his relationship with others! If you have any songs to request or anything you'd like me to do, or just something to comment/say, I'd love to hear it! Even if its negative, it still helps me learn!

Hope you guys liked it, and I'm looking forward to posting more soon! Until then,

-c0c0, out.