Requested by a friend on tumblr. It's short and Gruvia. This series will still be mostly NaLu, but I had nowhere else to put it :) :)
Prompt:" "Good Enough"
The woman had spent the better half of her morning staring out the window; she almost had herself convinced that if she sat there long enough, her determination would be rewarded.
She told herself; the next time Juvia's eyes open, he will be walking this way, down the familiar path towards the place he shared with her. He won't say he missed her out loud, but his eyes will tell a different story. She'll take his coat and smile, he'll tell her about his mission and there will be a very good reason why he was gone so long. They will laugh about it and it will be forgotten. Juvia just has to count to ten and open her eyes.
It was a silly game, but it was all she had.
He had been gone four months this time. Four. Months.
Her cheery personality was slowly being chipped away with each passing day. After spending three weeks searching for him, she'd given up. She tried to keep her faith in him; he would return to her when he was able. Wouldn't he?
She tried to keep herself busy around the house, but there really wasn't much to clean up since she'd been on her own. The one thing she couldn't bring herself to do though, was dust the bookshelf. A single shirt was strewn lazily across the top, the sleeves rustling lightly whenever there was a draft.
It had landed there the day before he left. She refused to pick it up.
If she did, how would she ever know that it had all been real?
She couldn't possibly have dreamed up six months of interactions; training with each other, sharing meals, friendly companionship -she wasn't that delusional.
But she was beginning to doubt herself.
It was difficult work; keeping the depressing thoughts at bay. It was just so hard, now that she was alone in this house they'd shared. She didn't even have the friends she'd made in Fairy Tail to go to for comfort.
Who would want her anyways?
Why would anyone welcome the dark clouds above their heads, blocking out the sky and sending a chill down their spines?
She looked out the window once more; the sun was receding, casting an ominous shadow across her sullen face. The splatter of rain began softly at first for a few minutes, before battering the rooftop harshly and blocking out all other sound.
The Rain Woman couldn't help but begin to think; when will she be good enough?
