the moon scene ✵ graylu + gruvia ✓

vii. juvia

Gray and I had never been on a date. The closest we came to such a thing was homemade dinner at my place. Sometimes I wondered if Gray never took me out on purpose, as if it would make us more official.

There were candles--that was all he could muster, how romantic. For him, a wine of glass truly was him trying. He was so simple and shut in, the oddest of things were the biggest of confessions.

[ It's too much like
heaven to tell apart.
The light falls on your
face across the dark ]

We sat on adjacent sides of the table as if we could not separate. I wondered if his idea of it was as affectionate as mine, or he if he was just used to playing games like that. Either way, I did not mind.

The longer we sat over a silent dinner, the more I wondered who was more pathetic: him, who ran away to be with the stars after he gained his fill of me, or myself, who came back every time he did so. While my body yearned for him, my mind was regressing to a time before a him.

Conversation was always the same. It began with small talk, asking how each other's day had gone, before we became less interested. All I cared for was to see the face Gray made when I noticed he wanted to say something but could not. His vocal cords clipped like a sick dog, Gray would teeter on the edge of confession and privacy.

Raising a glass filled with opaque red wine, Gray held his up as a cheers to me. I was surprised to see either of us sober enough still. When normally we were trashed with alcohol and trashing each other, we sat like civilized people. Like a couple.

[ Will you comfort me?
'Cause my hands are open.
Will you comfort me like
someone you've chosen? ]

"To us, for being who we are when no one else is." Gray had said. His arm still outstretched to mine, I eventually lifted my glass and tapped it against his.

Just like that, the wine slid down our throats with ease. We poured another glass, but that was gone in another unsteady heartbeat.

I hated Gray's toast. Being who we were got us this far, and for what? For lousy nights alone and empty beds to wake up to? To carpet stains from spilled liquor we were too busy to clean up the night before? To a relationship tainted by the fear of commitment?

Those were true, but I was an optimist. We were who we were: for a bond of bodies who knew each other's needs, for hearts that seemed to match beats when we entered the same room, for skin that ridged with goosebumps at the mention of another's name.

[ Holding you close feels
like a cut-throat: losing
blood, the weakness of
falling in love ]

Whether or not he liked to admit it, Gray and I were together, in more than just the physical sense. He had me in his thoughts and he in mine, and each time our skin moved over one another's, the bond inside our veins grew thicker.

As much as I wanted to brag of this, she was in his mind too. All I could do was pray to a moon that never answered my calls and ask it to give me just one more night.

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E. Koroleva © 2016
a short fairy tail fan-
fic to explain the laws
of physical love.
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