YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE a Lyvia, Gruvia story

THORNS

"Juvia, its either i learn to love the thorns or i won't accept any roses." Lyon breathed softly, as he caressed my cheek. Putting an end into my eye's waterfall.

I still remember that day clearly, like memories that happened just seconds ago.

He led me into his secret place, a garden buried among his residence. Covered by an arch of flowering curtains. A swing dangled in the middle, thick block of ice, served as the swing's chair. As flowers of crystal blooms, gave light for the night. Sorrounding the inviting swing, their perfume stroked my nose, Calming my senses.

All i see is him.

I couldnt believe something like this exists in this place. I had lived with him for twin years, yet from my every stroll into his residence, never had i stumbled in this place. Now i know, why its called, his Secret Place. For only he, knows where it's placed.

"Your right Lyon" i answered with a smile. As he enveloped me with a warm hug.

But as i moved to return his hug, my fingers mey with chilling smoke. His body slowly vanished, along with everything around me.

His body turned translucent, until i couldnt finally see him entirely. As i looked around the place, i found that the crystal flowers had gone.

No more flowers.

No more garden.

No more Lyon.

I fell into the moist soil.

No more swing too.

Suddenly, even the moist soil dissapeared and i appeared into, a bright room.

Whiteness bordered me like a sphere, vast. I felt like a mouse trapped inside a clear ball.

Suddenly, i heard footsteps. I turned to see who it could be, but my gaze only met a silhoutte. Tall, and well built.

Slowly his distance towards me shortened, until he towered over me. I stared into his blank face. As his gaze thats not even there burned on my very soul. His shadow draped me like a chilled blanket.

No movement left him, not until he moved his arm. He raisef it, and it was only then that i saw he's gripping a sword tightly. The blade glowing from under the blinding whiteness.

Fear crept into my eyes, as i watched not him, but the deadly weapon in his hold. It happened as fast as light, yet slowly like a turtle's run.

I waited until the sharp end pierced flesh. My mind even my body, prepared for the blow.