Forgotten memories
The icy hand of fate gripped his throat, surrounding his head in a fiery blur. Yet the pain he felt set off inside him an eerie calmness.
"No one left to lose." The thought circulated his mind for a moment before his eyes fixed on the limp figure before him. Here, in this icy barren he had lost her. She, in his twisted mind, had been the last string holding his sanity in place. She haunted him. Forever there yet never close enough to reach.
"Gray-sama..." The name he looked upon as embarrassing yet flattering now simply reminded him of what he had lost. Who he had lost. But the simple fact was, Gray Fullbuster was no stranger to lose. To him, death was a familiar figure whom took what he loved yet led him to a greater happiness. What set this time apart from the rest was that, to Gray, there was no greater happiness than being with Juvia. His Juvia. Her familiar scent still lingering in the air mixed with the musky smell of blood and tears. Invel was no more.
Gray thought for a moment. He had almost killed Invel in his blinding rage but, was there anyone but him to blame. The one person he had expected to forever stay by his side had know, as he had foreseen, left him, torn and blinded.
Gray felt the darkness of his cursed magic growing. The side, with Juvia's help, he had kept subdued. But she was gone. No more Gray sama, no more steaming home cooked dinner, no more the scent of the ocean blue which he had become so accustomed to, no more Juvia. Gray began to run. Towards what or who he didn't know. And, in truth, he didn't care. All he cared about was taken away from anyway. If not know then in the future. If that is the fate of man then why love. Why care. Why not destroy everything. For there is an expiration day to everyone and everything. There is no such thing as forever happiness. That doesn't exist.
Yet as Gray ran a small voice painfully similar to Juvia's cried. Begging him to stop. To turn around as if she would be there waiting for him, blue hat in hand, adorning that innocent smile. But Gray knew. If he turned around he could never move forward again. This was his goodbye. Goodbye Fairy tail, goodbye Natsu, goodbye Juvia.
"...Forgive me." It came out as a raspy whisper. He allowed a tear to slip through his tear ducts. It would be the last time he cried. The last time he felt the icy whip that is love. It binds you with its cool hands, but when the ice starts to melt and turn back to water, all you are left with is pain. Pain in the shape of forgotten memories.