Twisted
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Fairy Tail.
After Phantom Lord disbanded, Juvia had no place to live, no way to earn money, and no friends to confide with. Her parents had long since abandoned her, and she was no longer welcome at the wrecked place she'd called home for the past few years.
Seeing all the lively and happy mages from Fairy Tail, she thought that maybe they'd accept her; she'd beg if she had to, although she wouldn't be surprised if they rejected her request. When she was accepted, Juvia thought that everything would change. Her rain that had clouded over her in the past years would be erased, and she could turn over a new leaf. She was wrong.
They were obnoxious and forgiving enough to make her feel at home, but "they" didn't include a certain cold and hateful ice mage. She didn't know why she cared about his opinion so much, but no matter how comforting it would be to hear Lucy's kind words, or even Natsu's obnoxious rantings, the joyful face Juvia would try to maintain would always be broken down by his words. Juvia didn't know what she'd specifically done to him that made him hate her so much because everyone else seemed to have forgiven her, but she would never find out since he'd made no attempt to speak to her nor did it look like he was planning to.
She remembered how it felt again to dread waking up in the morning, and remembered how it felt to be angry, depressed, and confused. But most of all, she remembered how it felt to have a continuously growing cloud above her head. Each day seemed to feel like years, and his words didn't grow kinder, and his glares just seemed as if they were getting more harsh and intense. She's tried making normal conversations with him, but they were never longer than a short hello. Some days, when he walked towards her, she had hope. Hope that he would say hello. Hope that he would explain why he hated her so much, but that ridiculous hope she had only vanished as he strolled right past her, as if her very existence was unknown to him.
After a few years, she began to avoid him. She couldn't bear seeing his disgusted face anymore. Whenever she heard him talk to his friends and guild mates in his cheerful tone, she'd feel a pang of hurt and ducked silently away. If he went on a mission in a nearby town, she'd stay at the guild the whole day, fearful that she'd run into him on his way.
This began to become a habit. She could tell people had begun to notice. She could see the pity on their faces as she walked by them. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take staring at the same expressions over and over again. She stopped coming to the guild, and stopped going outside altogether, and on October 19, Juvia Lockser decided to end the pain once and for all.
I love you, Gray.