hello, this is my first story so yeah I am apologizing in advance at my crappy writing style. Anyway since ages, I've wanted to write a Fairy Tail fanfiction just because it was the first anime I got into and it's my soft spot ya know, like your first love :))). This story is a gruvia fanfic bc Juvia intrigues me and I thought it would be fun to write a story from a third persons view bc I usually go first person. I, myself, am unsure whether I am writing from Juvia's thoughts or just third person... it's up to you! also I do not own any of these characters, they are solely Hiro Mashima's invention. enjoy :-)

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Tears stained her cheeks, as Juvia crouched in a fetal position, her forehead resting on her knees. She hated the rain that followed her everywhere she went and she absolutely despised how comforted she was by the pearls of water that trailed down her arms. The other children's chants were on repeat in her head, like a demented song; on and on it went, "Juvia the rain freak, rain freak... Don't go near the rain freak because she'll curse your family because she's a rain freak!"

The little girl let out a bitter laugh. She ought to be happy; she had her own song, own legend... not that many eight year olds could say that about themselves. Furthermore the song was just plain stupid and held absolutely no meaning, and Juvia knew she shouldn't be affected by such immature behaviour.

Yet she was.

Juvia let out a raw scream that was deafened by the steady pellets of rain that fell on the ground. It felt good, sure her throat hurt but it felt comforting to let out everything she'd been holding... all the emotions the young girl had bottled up. Juvia was tired of being scared, always having to control her feelings; holding them in until she felt like she could burst. The girl let out a few more screams that soon turned into giggles. She was feeling unlike she'd ever felt before, more alive without anyone there to tell her what a weirdo she was. It was nice being alone, she thought.

A splash that wasn't her own startled her and she turned to see a young boy, around her age wearing an expression of alarm and fear. He was a deer caught in headlights. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for-"his face coloured and Juvia felt her cheeks getting hot too. He probably thought she was an insane maniac, she certainly would have.

"I-it's okay, Juvia was just going"
"No! I mean... it's fine you don't have to go I'll just..." he sat down and Juvia could feel the heat emitting from his body. "I'm Bora, you?"

"Juvia."

"That's a pretty name"

Juvia knew for certain her face was red, and her heart was pounding but it wasn't unpleasant.