Campus (fairytail) (gruvia) (Nalu)

The liar

Staring at the wall, his fingers held the ring in his hand, the gold glowing under the light of his door. The only source of light in his room when he stared at the ring.

Life wasn't fair, it was cruel and cold. No one gets justice and has to live a short painful life knowing that.

Dark blue eyes looking far off zoning out on the dark ceiling. His mind clattered to the bottom filled with images of his brother and the bluenette.

Does he even have time to alter his life? To fix things before he dies. He wants to be good, a good person people can be proud of.

Opening the door Gray walked inside the bathroom, the sound of silence deafening the thick atmosphere. Looking over towards the toilet, the silver-haired brother was leaning over wiping his lips a tremble shaking over his shoulders.

Looking up he caught Gray, sending him a lifeless glare, no tears, no expressions. But the ravenette felt his throat start to swell together, taking a foot forward but stepped back wobbling a little off his feet.

He threw up the only food he'd eaten. In a momentum, trapped in the sickness of betrayal. It was a hasty, relentless amount of resentment.

He'd lost some weight, the cheekbones in his face dropping down tightly, all feelings in his eyes gone. Just like how he was before.

"Lyon?" he asked feeling hopeless, not wanting to believe his brother was reduced to this.

"Are you okay?" biting the flesh of his cheek Gray's drained eyes had to avert from him, sucking in a harsh breath.

Turning his head the black eyes shot at him unhumanly. "Do I look okay? Go away." It was sarcastically rhetorical, hostilely making both of them more distant.

Letting the air in Gray's lungs suffocate him with blue.

"I can't! I care about you." Refusingly putting his foot down he put his hand on the silver haired boy's shoulder with a soft frown. They were shaking, stilly cold. It was the first time Gray felt him being hurt, that he hated being around him.

A slap rung throughout the room.

Gray held his stinging hand in front of him his brother glaring through his existence. "Don't lie with your words." He ground out with hateful cold black eyes.

He didn't believe him, taking a step towards him, his brother turned his head away, not moving.

Lyon didn't want to be around anywhere he was anymore. Mouth curling down, a stoic silent Gray, hung his head down to the floor, turning back to the exit of the room he closed the door behind him.

A rough sharp quiver shook out of his mouth, tensing his eyebrows while he covered his eyes with his left arm.

"Hey gray~sama! Juvia made gray~bread! Look it's got your-" with a big wide bubbly smile, she held the plate in front of her. A dozen fluffy looking rolls that would be heavenly with the butter on the side on the metal plate.

"Is that my face?" he scoffed out looking the bluenette up and down in silent judgment.

"What, is there something wrong? You don't like it?" She asked getting more fidgety, the big smile slowly dropping with how she noticed he was looking at her.

"No, it's creepy Juvia. I can't eat that."

"O-okay! Juvia will make sure to remember that for next time." her eyes fell to the plate pushing it back to her chest with regret. The smudge of flour on her face from her effort of cooking prominently on her cheeks.