She stares at herself in the mirror, and her reflection stares back. Pale, pale skin and soft blue hair.
But her hair isn't vibrant like Levy's.
Her deep, dark eyes don't shine and sparkle like Lucy's. She's faded and washed out and worn out.
And she's tired of being the gloomy one, the rain woman.
But at the same time, she likes it (and she can't help but wonder if she's masochistic)
She's stuck, wanting change, wanting to stay invisible
Because she is the weird one,
the one that no one notices,
the one nobody likes
She wants to be remembered, or at least acknowledged.
So she talks softly, twirling her pink umbrella (the only bright thing about her), and speaks in third person
Hoping hoping that someone, anyone, will notice her and save her.
Save her from the grey raincloud that hangs above her head, the rain that follows her
To her it's a curse
She wants to see the sun, the bright blue sky
Because she wants to experience something wonderfully happy, something different from her little
grey cloud
And that's when he comes
All faded, like her, yet brighter than anyone she's ever seen
Ink black hair, pale pale skin (almost as pale as hers), and deep deep blue eyes
He saves her from the rain and the memories
She can't help but fall in love with him
She worships him
Because he has saved her without even knowing it
Her master
Hers
Gray-sama