I am the best man. I don't know who the bridesmaids are. It doesn't matter to me.
I am glad that Gray is happy, I truly am. But I can't help but feel that it should be me at the altar with Juvia, not him.
It's only fair, I suppose. After all, he was the one who asked her on the date that started it all. I try not to think about that night, though. That damn night…
I was going to ask Juvia on a date, a date that would probably make Gray and I switch places. Juvia might have turned me down, or broke up along the way, so it might not have mattered. It still hurts, though.
Why, why did I hesitate? I got scared. I couldn't ask. It was too painful. The memories are all coming back, though I've tried suppressing them…
"Oh, hello Lyon. What are you doing here?"
"Juvia… I… I… I…" I stammered.
"Do you have to ask Juvia something? Is it about Gray-sama?"
"Oh, never mind. Sorry to bother you." I walked shakily off.
I cursed at myself, screamed at myself. I ran back to where I saw her, but Juvia was not there.
That's when I saw her, shrieking with delight. She was running, tugging Gray along by the hand. He was laughing, and so was she. They looked… so happy.
If I hadn't been such a chicken, I would have looked that happy.
But I'm back in the future now.
I can never brush away my past, never just forget. But I can move on.
Soon, I will leave this church. And move forward, but never forget Juvia. I will always wonder what would've happened if I asked her on that date, but I must move on. If I don't, I will waste my life away.
Goodbye, Juvia.
Be happy with Gray.