Hahaha. Thank you so much. I love writing here, it’s a great way for me to release energy. Especially after a long day of writing up boring projects for school. <3
Whoops. It went from a little to a lot depressed.
“Juvia didn’t know. Juvia is… Gray-Sama… I’m so sorry.”
Her voice cracked, the tray of cookies in her hands trembling as her fingers continued to shake. She’d never truly seen him like this. Not once had she ever seen him expose this much pain.
Sitting there in the middle of the floor, both legs pressed up against his chest, Gray gazed up at the destroyed Christmas tree. The lights had been shattered, branches torn from the central core. The ornaments still sat in the box Juvia had presented to him, all of them fully intact. At least there was that much to be said for his previous outburst. He was trembling in place, rocking back and forth like a child who’d witnessed a monster in his closet for the first time.
Light from the fire danced across the walls, illuminating the room with a soft, warm glow. It did nothing to appease the distressed mages. No, they had to resolve this themselves. With that thought in play, Juvia set the tray down on a set of drawers nearby, finally summoning the courage to cross the room. Each footstep was light as air, as though noise would tip him over the edge.
When she grew closer, Gray’s eyes ticked over to her approaching form, tears visibly descending his reddened cheeks. She dropped beside him immediately, her knees hitting the ground with a soft thud. Both arms moved around his neck, though he did his best to shrug her away. With each movement she adjusted to accommodate his leaning form. She wouldn’t stand for this.
“Let me help you, Gray-Sama. This isn’t because Juvia wants to hold you, not this time. I don’t want you to hurt like this. The others would never forgive me if I let you cry alone like ths.”
Gray’s features pulled together, his head tilting so that he could see her directly. For a moment things were quiet, no sound aired between them save the crackling of the fire in the distance.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.”
Juvia squeezed him tighter, tears summoned to the corners of her eyes.
“You’re not alone, Gray-Sama. She’s looking over you, smiling with you, crying with you. Don’t make Ur cry this year, don’t let her see your sadness. You have people who love you, and you love them, don’t you? What would Natsu do if he saw you like this?”
Gray stiffened in place, the mere mention of Ur’s name sent tremors along his form. He twisted in place to face her completely, both arms winding around her slender frame.
“I hate this, I hate this stupid month. I hate this stupid Holiday. I don’t want to celebrate it, I just want to pretend it never happened.”
Juvia nodded against him, her fingers shifting into his hair. She continued to nurse him against her, pushing her warmth into him. She wanted him to feel her love, the love that grew each and every day.
“Then we won’t celebrate it,” Juvia whispered, “Juvia will take down the tree and hide the decorations. This house will be your sanctuary; I won’t let anyting hurt you. If there is ever a year when Gray-Sama would like to celebrate with Juvia, with everyone, then I’ll be here to make that happen.”
Gray finally caved into his emotions, shedding tears against Juvia’s neck. He pulled her in tighter, leaving no room for escape. He needed this. He craved her warmth. He couldn’t deny it any longer; none of this was her fault. The first sign of snow always sparked bad memories. The first sign of the holiday left him with a familiar longing. He lived in the past, he knew that. But this woman, despite everything, was willing to push him through it. Was willing to wait.
“I love you, Juvia. I love you so much.”