TRISTFUL. GRUVIA

VIII. SEE THE SUN

j.l — 

I was descending into thin air, with no one to save me, not an ounce of control over my body to be grasped. I had been reluctantly defeated..

Not wanting to see the outcome of this, I closed my eyes and began to count down.

5.

I've lost.

4.

It's all over now..everything.

3.

Juvia, like a raindrop, will fall to the ground, and scatter into tiny fragments.

2.

A fitting end to an unwanted rain woman.

1.

Farewell, my gloomy sel-

A hand grabbed mine. I opened my eyes again to see that same slim, handsome, young man, with bluish silver spiky strands upwards, on top of his head.

"Don't let go of my hand!" He begged, "I'm not letting you fall!"

My hand didn't dare to lose contact with his.

I was still in shock that he had let me live, especially since he was intending to kill me. One second he wished for me to die for harming this girl named Lucy, the next second he was saving my life. It just made absolutely no sense.

He picked me up, his muscular arms lifting me effortlessly up onto the rooftop. He placed me onto the cement and sat in front of me, giving me a perfect view of his back.

"Why did you save Juvia?" I asked curiously, still unsure of his reason to save an crestfallen person such as myself. I hadn't been able to provide myself with an answer, my mind aching to find out why.

"Beats me. Anyways, get some sleep," He suggested.

Why did he..

"So, finally cooled down?" He looked down at me with warm loving eyes. Those eyes..no one has given me that kind of look. I could only remember the eyes of those who glared at me, filled with so much hate directed towards me for causing them to suffer, for preventing them to see daylight. The rain was one with me, I was one with the rain. Nobody liked rain. Nobody liked me. So why was he looking at me so purely?

Tears began to form on my eyelids. I've never felt so blessed in my life.

A bright light started to appear, blinding my eyes. I closed them, my view quickly becoming dark again. A depiction that I was used to. This color was so bright, something I never thought I would live to see... Was this what people called the sun?

I peeked through the cracks of color that my squinted eyes would allow me to see, almost afraid to see what was right above me. The clouds washed away, the foggy atmosphere I have been accustomed to for so long suddenly disappearing to reveal something beautiful. A light yellow, calming, ray of warmth shone on my face. I had never felt anything like this before, it left me no words to describe with.

"Oh, it's finally clearing up," the guy remarked.

"These are..clear skies," I said aloud, trying to process what I was seeing at this very second, "I've never seen them before."

He locked eyes with me. "Really..? nice, huh? Clear skies are great."

I nodded, my eyes followed the birds that were flying happily within the depths of a blue sea. The sky was filled with many specks of life that I had never got to actually experience before. A grin formed on my face, "Yes.. They're beautiful, truly."

Thunder bolted. That's what I woke up to. I had lost the vivid picture of the sun that I had been left with in my dream, or maybe even a possible memory.

I glanced out the window to see the rain pouring out all over the streets of Magnolia. Drip, drip, drop. Why couldn't it just go away?

I was sick and tired of having to deal with this type of weather, the type of weather that I had been rumored to be the cause of. I wondered how my old self was able to deal with this, because I was certainly getting irritated by it, tired of the familiar sound beating against the ground over and over again, tired of the sight of rain chasing me everywhere I went.

I just wanted to see the warmth of the sun again, the single thing I had to see to make me feel better. I needed to find this man, the man who had showed me the sun. He had to show me again.

I clutched my blanket and stared into the depths of the clouds, waiting for it to come up.

Please God, please let me see the sun, I beg you..