notes: hey, it's been a while. sorry i haven't been updating; it's been hard with college and i just haven't had time to succumb fully to my feels. but i felt like writing something, so here y'all go.
inspired by: love light — cn blue
disclaimer: i own pretty much nothing.
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It isn't fair.
No one ever warned her that someone with a name like Gray would be so bright, so full of vibrant colors and splashes of lights. He could paint the room with just a wave and smile, and suddenly there would be stars of gold and hearts so red, and here all she's ever known is blue.
Blue.
Blue.
Blue.
All the shade and tints and inbetweens, but they will always just be blue.
He taught her colors far beyond what she could ever imagine, with that deepdeep voice and those darkdark eyes, and yet he has no idea how her heart shakes and how she secretly scribbles her first name next to his last and how she really doesn't mind his inappropriate habits.
Gray is so unbearably oblivious and obliviously insensitive,
but she learns to love him anyway.
And as she sits and watches from the empty swings, as he strolls on by with Lucy by his side, on his arm, in his heart, Juvia kicks up the dirt and the dust and watches it sparkle in the sunlight, wondering if Lucy sees those wonderful colors too. Maybe they could paint the world together; both of them are so resplendent and beautiful and brighter than the stars in the sky, and here all she's ever been is blue.
Blue.
Blue.
Blue.
It's not fair.
When she wants to let him go, he manages to crawl into the deepest, darkest corner of her heart and shineshineshine, blindingly so. It's the subtle gestures, like worrying for her health or searching for her in violent crowds or touching her hand with such warmth and security, and it all makes her want to cry. Because Gray has taken her by storm, leaving nothing in his wake.
But in the end, no matter how many times he'll grasp her hand or hold her broken body close to his, he will need so much more to color his beautiful world.
—and here all she'll ever be is blue.
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