Summary: He watches her from afar - happy and someone else's.
Genre: Romance (Lost Love)
Story's Tone: A little mellow
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She looks really happy. I can see it in her eyes. It's sort-of shiny, shimmering, splendid type, especially when she's looking at him. They've been together for almost a year now, and everyone's just so supportive and happy they admitted their feelings for each other. Well, everyone except for me.
Tiny flames of annoyance ignite inside my body every time she goes near him. Oh, hey! She brings him food, acting the part of a dutiful wife. Goodness, you're only his girlfriend. What the hell! She's at it again, feeding him. Ugh, the idiot can soooooo eat by himself. I couldn't help but snort as she wipes his mouth. What is she trying to be now? His mother?
It is annoying — these public displays of affection. The guild ain't the place for that. Okay, I'm just jealous, but they should at least have a professional decorum and not treat this place like a love hotel! Fuck, I don't even want to think about them when they're all alone in a more intimate setting.
I can't help the way I feel because I think I complement her more. From day one till now, I am confident I can make her smile the way he does. If it's protection she needs, everyone in this guild can attest to my strength and power. (Then again, this beautiful woman needs no man to protect her! She's probably one of the strongest mages I know.)
Some time ago I unintentionally eavesdropped on a conversation she had with Levy and Lucy. They quizzed her on what made her fall in love with the damn brat. She said he's a good listener, a great supporter, a loving boyfriend, and a smart fighter (her words, not mine. I'd be the last one to compliment that annoying piece of jerkface). Girl's blind to the wily ways of that shit-starter. Basically, I just don't like him to be with her.
The unfortunate part to all that is… I could be everything she wants from a lover. I could give her those and much more. But as they say, or more like I heard from Erza, the ways of the heart are unpredictable and beyond logic. Why him and not me? How come he gets to kiss her lips, but I can't? Why can't she wrap her slender arms around my neck and plant a kiss on my cheek instead? Why should it be him?
I respect the weird-looking dude, don't get me wrong. He's a great warrior, and he makes me proud to be his fellow Fairy Tail mage. Growing up together, I know he can be a gentleman if he chooses (and it seems that's how he is around her). He is loyal and dedicated. And for sure, he will sacrifice his life for those he loves. Basically, she's in good hands.
And I've seen him how delicate he is around her. Though he's not as affectionate as her when around people, he's pretty much romantic and sweet in private. How I know this? I am witness to that, by accident [again].
It was during her birthday; the guild held a party for her. It's the first time she's celebrating her birthday, even when she's been in Fairy Tail for years. Wars and missions kept her from enjoying her special day, but this year was an exception. She was suddenly "free". And Mira being Mira, supported by Erza and Cana, planned an extravagant birthday bash for the water mage. So, everyone was invited, even those from our affiliated guilds. I was on my way to the bar, after a quick trip to the loo, when I saw them in a hidden corner, away from prying eyes. He held up something in his hand; it glistened so I'm assuming some piece of jewellery. I saw him wipe her tears, give her a soft kiss, and simply hugged her. He was gentle, so unlike his regular character. He held her like she was glass. If he handled her lightly, she'd slip. A little harder, then she'll break. He held her just fine.
That moment, I felt a surge of anger and hatred rising in me. Anger, that it wasn't my arms around her slender frame. Hatred, that I wasn't the one making her feel loved. Anger, that I had the chance to be with her. Hatred, for myself, that I was such a coward in facing my feelings. Now it was too late.
Someone nudges me and breaks the brewing rage in my chest. It's Cana with a half-drunken smile plastered all over her face. She's buzzed like crazy, and the last thing I want is a convo with her. I try to get off the stool but she restrains me.
"Oh-hoh… I've been noticing that you're not a very happy viewer," she slurs her words. I try to feign ignorance but she's persistent. "Don't like the view of Juvia being lovey dovey with her boytoy?"
"Shut up, Cana." Yeah, it's not my best come back.
"Your fault. You should've told her how you felt."
"I don't know what you're talking about, and your breath reeks."
She cackles. I know; those "insults" are not enough to offend her. I'm buzzed myself from downing a few pints. She still restrains me with a hand on my shoulder. I could overpower her if I want to, but I don't want to start a commotion. And knowing Cana, she won't back down.
"Just admit it, you effed up. You had your chance, and you effed up."
"You're so drunk you don't even make sense anymore."
She laughs out loud. Good thing the whole guild is so used to a drunk Cana that no one really pays attention to her drunken antics by now. I know I should force myself to walk away, but for some reason my feet aren't moving. I stay in place like always. I stay and watch even when there's tightening in my chest and rising of anger mixed with regret.
Cana continues to blabber. And though I'm not exactly listening, I know what she's saying. She still has the presence of mind to talk in codes or just imply stuff. She knows that I am desperately trying hard to put up a front. She knows my feelings for Juvia, even before I figured it out myself. She knows I've been in love with Juvia, even before that dumb-as-hell douche confessed to her. In the end, Cana's the only one who knows how devastated I was when I lost Juvia to him.
I should've given her my answer when she wanted it.
"If she's happy, that's all that matters."
Cana chuckles and pats my back. "You're a good man, dude. Yeah, totally stupid for letting her go, but nonetheless, a good man. You know when to back off." Without allowing me to give a reply, Cana walks away.
I keep clenching-unclenching my right fist, eager to send one big ice blast towards my "love rival". A snort comes out of my nose.
A/N: m_ (_ _) _m
1st off, my deepest apologies for the followers/readers. Been very, very, very busy (couldn't stress that enough) and it's a bit hard to squish in some FT writing. not to mention, i've been out of touch from Fairy Tail land, so I'm not even sure what's happening with the series. All I can say is that I will FINISH [most] of my stories, especially Spark & Lykos. So, for anyone still keeping up with those fics, I ask for your patience once more.
As for this fic, I'm curious about the reaction. Hopefully, you readers will be nice enough to let me know. I still have a few more NaVia ideas floating in my head. It's just a matter of actually sitting down and typing it.
Thank you for anyone still giving this a chance! Hope you all enjoyed it.
