"Her smiles will forever reflect the emptiness of her heart, his eyes will be perpetually sorrow, and she will never again look in the mirror without seeing the blood that she spilled. - juvia&gray&erza"

Liquid Smile

It had never been her.

The shock came full force, despite finding out years before. She choked out a whimper, quick to cover it with a cough and an apologetic smile in Lucy's direction at the girl's concerned gaze. A smile tugged at her lips, stretching at the corners and crinkling near the corners of her eyes. As practiced as the former heiress was in giving out her own fake smiles, she was none the wiser of the other girl's plight and carried on in chatting with Mira.

She coughed out a, "sick," before she could burst into uncontrollable sobs, and quickly scurried out of the guild hall - far too colorful and loud to soothe her gloomy mood.

Never minding the ruckus she made as she stumbled into her room in Fairy Hills, she fell on the bed, tears - silent for a change - racing down her cheeks. And she felt selfish, so incredibly selfish, because she had been given a home, and friends, and a family. She could not possibly ask for more, but she couldn't help it.

He was her everything, her reason, her light, her love - her endless blue skies. She gave

him her heart and soul, thinking he would help her soar, only to crash and burn at the adoring look she saw him give one of her closest friends.

His best friend.

Cringing at the thought, she was suddenly aware of the tear stains appearing and her dry throat.

"Juvia is pathetic," she rasped. "That's probably why Gray-sa - Gray-san will not love Juvia."

She shook her head, laughing bitterly at the idea, and moved through her room, cluttered with ripped plushies and poster residue still stuck to the walls. She practically threw herself on the sink, slowly looking up to glance at her reflection. Her knuckles were white, and her breathing ragged.

Her eyes met her reflection.

But she didn't see herself.

Her vibrant blue hair was limp and pale, knots covering every inch of the cerulean mop. Her hazel brown eyes were bloodshot and puffy, rimmed with red and smudged mascara. Her skin was paler than usual, and she swore she could see her ribs from how little she had eaten. How hadn't her friends noticed? Juvia must have been a better actress than she had originally thought.

"Erza-san is beautiful and strong," she muttered bitingly. "Juvia is nothing."

But she smiled, and wished she could believe herself as easily as everyone else seemed to.

This will be a three-shot. Here are the possible updating schedules: today, tomorrow, then Sunday. Or once a week, haha. Vote in the reviews, and constructive criticism is welcome!