A/N: A very short ficlet written around the moment when Juvia tells Gray that his father died because of her. My interpretation on Juvia's emotions at that moment that is so special for me.
The fresh snow crunched under her feet, the sounds sharp like shards of glass, slashing at her mind and dissecting it to pieces. She'd followed him back to where he'd lost his family to add more pain to his life. She'd gone to destroy any possible future the two of them could have together. Just like she'd destroyed his father. It was all she'd ever done. It was all she was good at. Destroying relationships and pushing people away. It hadn't been her rain that had driven everyone away. It had been her. It was her fault that everything she touched decayed, drowned in her excessive love.
She wanted to cry but she couldn't. She didn't have the right to. It was Gray who'd lost his father. Because of her. And the thought of the pain she'd caused him turned her heart into an ice cube. It was better that way. She no longer had the right to love Gray but at least she'd still have a piece of him. It was all she'd have left once she told him what she'd done. And it would stop her from hurting others with her love again. She would love no longer but at least others would be safe from her. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Still, even with the impenetrable ice around her heart, she felt the tears coming, spilling freely from her eyes while she had to force the words out of her throat – each and every one of them feeling like an icicle clawing its way out. They tore at her and left her in shards only to find their way to Gray and rip his heart apart too. And they did. He fell apart in her arms, crying into her chest and sobbing out his gratitude. And she held him close, his body's warmth seeping into her as he accepted her consolation. And she was overflowing with love again, her tears falling together with his.