Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail – Hiro Mashima has all the rights.

Wendy was sitting down in her room at Fairy Hills. She had told Carla to go ahead to Fairy Tail; she needed time alone. The Exceed had understood, telling her to be safe, and flew out of her window. The bluenette had been sitting with her knees up to her chest since Carla left, and Wendy has barely been holding back the tears that threatened to spill over.

I shouldn't be feeling like this.

Wendy rubbed at her brown eyes with her small hands, sniffling.

She left without a word.

A small flame seemed to flicker in her stomach, causing tears to slide down her pale cheeks slowly.

She left me… all alone.

The flame quickly grew to an inferno, and soon enough she was engulfed in an uncharacteristic rage. It was raining outside – probably due to Juvia's distress – and she suddenly hated it. She hated the gray clouds, she hated the way the trees were blowing in the wind – she just hated it.

Wendy stood abruptly and ran out of her room, leaving her door wide open, and flew out of the entrance, running down the cobblestone road that leads to the forest just outside of Magnolia. The dragon slayer could care less that her hair was quickly drenched, or that her dress was clinging to her small frame; all she wanted to do was find a way to get rid of this fire that was burning her up from the inside out. Sprinting down a familiar street, she barely registered that this was near Lucy's home, as her bare feet smacked against the wet pavement. Her mind was just as chaotic as the wind that was picking up in speed, threatening to blow her away.

I was all alone out there, until she took me.

Wendy picked her speed up until she was flying down that straight road. A part of her wanted to jump into the canal next to her – another part wanted to let the hurricane-force winds carry her away. The strongest part of her kept her pale legs moving rhythmically, her mind screaming to go faster.

She made me fall in love with her.

Wendy's tears streaked down her face, mixing with rivulets of rain water. Her navy hair was flying around her; she continued running until she could barely breathe – and she collapsed against a tree, gasping for air.

I loved her.

Wendy stood up, and ignoring her protesting legs, started to punch the tree. Slowly at first, but quickly she gained confidence and started beating the tree senseless, screaming unintelligent profanities at the sky.

"Why?!" She shouted, kicking the tree with the bottom of her bare, bleeding foot. "I just want to know why!" Her voice cracked on the last word, and with one last, resounding punch, the tree cracked right beneath her fist – leaving a bloodstained, child-sized imprint of knuckles. She suddenly stepped back and clutched her bleeding hand to her chest. Her anger-fueled adrenaline suddenly fizzed away, leaving her with wide, teary eyes and bleeding limbs.

"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered, staring at the tree in horror. "I'm so… I'm so sorry…" She mumbled, glancing down at her hands. The blue-haired mage dropped to her knees and tilted her back to look at the sky, letting the water fall down onto her face and mix with her hot tears. Her face was twisted into an expression of agony, finally letting the despair she had been feeling bubble up. Wendy's brown eyes slipped closed as more tears dripped down her cheeks.

Very softly, she let one, broken word pass through her lips.

"Grandine."

A/N: I was pretty sad while writing this. All I imagined was little Wendy crying during the Cait Shelter scene, when they all disappeared, except this time she had no Erza to comfort her – mostly cause she wanted to deal with this alone, that's why she sent Carla away (who I imagine is going to be quite pissed about her bloodied body parts). Anyways, that's how I imagine Wendy might feel on the inside on July 7th. Next is Gajeel! Reviews are candy, please leave me some! Lol 3