I expected her to be dull, lifeless, dark. As if when she died, every bright thing about her would surely drain out until she was completely gone. until all I'd have in my arms would be a mere grey shell of the woman she used to be.
I was wrong.
Whenever I managed to look at the dead woman in my arms through all my tears, all I saw was what she's always been.
Beautiful.
Her blue hair was just as vibrant and lively as it had been before. Her skin was just as milky and smooth. Her lips just as pink.
If anyone else saw her, they'd think she was sleeping...But as they'd get closer, they'd realize her chest isn't moving up and down with breaths she should be taking. They'd see that the ground around her is tainted red. and when they'd get close enough to touch, they'd jump back in horror to find her skin deathly cold.
None of this bothered me, For she was still my friend, my nakama, my partner... the woman i grew to love. She was still juvia.
hello sad humans. i wrote this back when i first read the chapter when juvia and gray sacrificed themselves and gray woke up to find her 'dead'. But i decided to make this my first post since the new fairy tail episode came out yesterday and seeing my children kill themselves again and seeing how devestated gray was made my sad heart want to post this. gray sounds a bit ooc but i thought it would be nice to see how his thoughts might've been while all that was happening... but in a kinda poetic way :P