Every One Makes Mistakes

summary: She left and she didn't look over her shoulder. He couldn't understand why, but she wished she had.

She knew it was wrong.

She knew that being in another man's arms — even if it was only for a night — was wrong. She was using another man as her play thing only to get back at Gray. But it felt so good.

It was so good to get back at him. It felt good to have her body pressed against another man's, — Bora's — to have him take her in the silvery moonlight. It felt good — revenge did.

But it was still wrong in a hundred different ways. It was toxic, and it would only get her worse with Gray. But when Bora held her close, she couldn't help but not care.

The pain that Gray had caused oozed out of her, leaving her feeling... feeling new, brand-new.

But the following morning, she quickly dressed herself, not even waiting for the man to wake up. She rushed to hers and Gray's apartment, praying to anybody, anybody who'd listen, for Gray to be asleep.

Her prayers were unanswered.

The second she opened the door to apartment 6D, she was greeted with a cold, angry voice saying, "Where were you?"

She flinched at his tone and internally cussed. Sweetly, she smiled at him, turning fully to come face to face with the man.

He did not smile back.

He looked as handsome as always, though, she observed. Same ruffled up hair, dark, piercing eyes, scarred skin. But his eyes. His eyes were cold.

Distant.

Mad.

Why? Why was he mad at her?

She took in a deep, deep breath. "Juvia was out, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, I noticed," he said icily. He wouldn't admit it, but his chest tightened as he thought of what she could've done last night.

More accurately, who.

"So tell me," he breathed, stepping closer. "Who were you with?"

"J-Juvia doesn't know what you're talking about. Juvia was with Levy-chan and Lucy-san."

Gray noticed the venom in her voice when she said the blonde's name. He flinched. Nevertheless, he kept his cold facade.

He knew that it was a lie, he was with the blonde that night.

"Who were you with, Juvia?" His voice was quiet. She noticed the helplessness he exuded and gazed up to meet his eyes.

They were sad.

Why? He didn't have a right to be sad about this. He was the one who hurt her first, this was her revenge! So why? Why was he acting this way? He couldn't possible still be in love, could he? He had Lucy, didn't he?

Her heart clenched and she breathed deeply, preparing herself, steeling herself, for what she was sure to happen: A fight.

"Juvia... Juvia was with someone last night, Gray." She left out the usual suffix that came with his name, the name she used to scream passionately — though nowadays he heard her say it angrily.

He was expecting that, to be honest. "Who?"

Still, he couldn't help the anger that was laced in his voice.

"Bora."

"Why would you do that?" He implored, like he was the victim here. He wasn't. This was revenge. He shouldn't be angry.

"Why wouldn't I?" She countered darkly. She thought of all the times he would disappear and come back smelling like booze and Lucy's perfume.

"Because." He said simply. His knuckles were now white, he could feel his nails digging into his skin.

"Because what, Gray? Haven't you been doing the same with Lucy?" She spat out the blonde's name so harshly, even Gray was surprised. What difference did her one night with Bora make with his countless evenings with Lucy?

"Leave her out of this. This is about you and Bora," he said, seething. His bangs covered his handsome face.

"Really now? Bora and me, now is it?" Juvia asked, "How are we any different from you and her?"

"Leave her out of this."

"Why should I? Why should I listen to you, huh? You're the one who cheated on me first, you're the one who broke my heart! You were the one who stilled the heavens, but now they're crying again!

"Do you even know how many people you've hurt? Huh? The two of you broke Natsu-san's heart! He was your friend! And me! I thought you loved me!"

By now, her tears were streaming down her cheeks, and Gray was so close she could feel his breath ob her skin. She pushed him back when he tried to dry her tears.

"How could you?" She asked. "How could you fill me with such false hope, and then stomp on my heart as if it was nothing to you?! How could you go behind my back and screw that... that whore, and —"

"Don't call her that." He breathed, his voice viciously low.

"Why?! What is she to you that I'm not?" She was openly sobbing now, however, she still looked beautiful.

"I — I don't know."

"You don't know, now do you?" She asked harshly. "Well then why don't you go to her instead? Why don't you pack your bags and go to that slut —"

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" He bellowed. The woman before him cowered slightly.

"I'll call her what I want to call her," she replied indignantly. She looked him dead in the eye, daring him to say something.

"You know what, Gray," she said. "Why don't I just leave so you DON'T HAVE TO HER APARTMENT TO SCREW HER! HOW ABOUT THAT?"

She promptly skirted around him, stomping her feet angrily. She entered their room, got her suitcase, and opened it, stuffing all her things inside.

"Juvia, wait —"

"Oh so now you say something? What? You're gonna beg me to stay?" She was busy packing her things, and when she had finished, she got up hastily to find him standing in the doorway. "I'm not gonna! Even if you beg!"

"I won't let you leave."

"Get out of the way."

"No."

"Get out."

"I love you."

"No, you don't," she spat. "If you did, you wouldn't have slept with Lucy, you wouldn't have kept it from me, and you wouldn't have defended her!"

She pushed past him, and was surprised when he budged. Her stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch.

As her hand rested on her door knob, she turned. She was leaving. She was leaving Gray Fullbuster.

"I love you," he said again. His voice was close to genuine, but she knew he was a good liar. She knew the velvet box in his drawer was not for her; she had tried it on her finger.

"I don't believe you," she turned back to the door, prepared to leave.

"I don't blame you."

At this, Juvia faced him. His face was partially obscured by his black fringe, so she could only make out part of his face.

She wished there was a tear there, even if it was just one.

She wanted him to cry over what he had lost, but she knew that it wouldn't ever be.

She left and she didn't look over her shoulder.

He couldn't understand why, but she wished she had.

an: WORD VOMIT PEOPLE.

basically, i wanted this different, but you know.

also, this is kinda like my own thang on slowrabbit's ordinary love chapter two. read it, it's lovely, trust me. It kinda hurt a lot, being angst but you know.