YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE a Lyvia, Gruvia story

TORMENTS

Hours flew softly, tormenting my mind. I've been here for almost a day now. Waiting for a certain someone to enter those thick walls.

My head constantly snap towards that direction. Everytime, a sound of creaking open, could be heard like a thin whisper in our now lively guild.

So soft yet my ears could decipher the faint sounds of intruding.

Whats taking her so long?

Would she even come here?

Is she still a member of our guild?

Did she came back to us? To be a member of Fairy Tail again?

What if. . . that welcoming party is only to recognize her coming back to life.?

So many thoughts battled inside my mind. Like a tiny boat fighting an angry wave below roaring skies.

My thoughts were stopped, when Natsu came. Behind her, Lucy, whom gazed angrily at the Dragon Slayer.

A soft laugh escaped my lips as Natsu tried his best to ease her anger. Volunteering to do her chores at home. Hoping to remove her fumings.

Laughter. For two years since Juvia died, i just couldnt find myself to smile. To laugh. To be happy. Sorrow embraced my form since that dreadful day. Guilt made its way inside me, like a virus that destroy everything in me.

But now she's back,it feels like, everything is slowly rushing back. Back to how we are, before she was buried six feet below the sand, overlooking the sea.

Like the calm flow of a river. Our wounds started to heal. But no deep wounds vanish forever, scars would replace where the cut had been. Scar that would never fade.

Scar, that would always remind, our past.

My scars would always remind, of my mistakes. My questions that i hope to someday bring an answer.

Purple.streaks and aurange started to adore the skies. Growing a deeper shade as time goes by.

I sat here patiently, hoping, that on the next two seconds, Juvia would appear.

Graciously she'll walk inside our Guild. Where every step she took, a light of colour would explode in every angle of this place. For without her, everything i see, is black and grey.

Grey, just like my name. Gray. Colorless and lifeless without Juvia.