A/N: Please, please forgive me. But I couldn't fight it...

This fic, is very weird, and kind of unclear, and probably just a word vomit but I decided to grow a pair and post it. First, I want to say that I don't know what came over me when I wrote it, nor why did I write it this way, but it happened and there's nothing that can be done. Second, this is in first face, but the person is Juvia, so I know her pattern of speech is different, but it just wouldn't fit and please try to look past it, okay?

Third, the one I imagined in the end was Lyon. I wrote on my profile that Lyvia is my guilty pleasure, so, in future, whenever you read a story of mine in which Juvia left Gray and is with someone else (which won't be often, but still), it's 99% Lyon (actually, I might have a story written about that).

Anyway, this is the longest drabble in this collection up until now, and the drabble I'm posting next is as long.

Title: Drown

Summary: ...and he fell into the whirlpool he could no longer escape.

Word count: 726

I love you.

I love you and, God it feels so great to be able to finally say those three words to someone, without fearing the ridiculing eyes, or the mocking smirk forming on their face. You've accepted me for who I am. No, wait – you've turned me into someone better. And the rain that always seemed to follow me finally disappeared, and I could see the clear sky at last, all thanks to you.

You saved me. From myself.

And you gave me the kind of happiness I never thought I'd have.

…

But then we fought. You yelled at me for being too clingy and not giving you some space to breathe. I apologized, because I didn't want to make you suffocate, but this is the first time I've ever felt a love this strong, and I'm too scared to lose you. I backed away and you returned after a while, saying that you're sorry and you didn't mean what you said – you were just in a bad mood, and I was the unfortunate victim of your anger.

It's okay – that's what lovers are for, right? We're always there for each other, being each other's strength and support. Sometimes, we'll fight, but soon we'll make up because we're us, and we can't be one without the other for too long.

We depend on each other.

I know, because I depend on you.

…

But maybe I was wrong. Maybe we're not supposed to rely one on another too much. Maybe we're not supposed to become so dependant, because it's not healthy to be so… bound to someone, like you can't lead your life without that person. I know it's not healthy, because all the days and nights I waited for you while you were gone (God knows where) seemed like a torture, and they drained me, physically and mentally, and I was so confused.

What was I supposed to do without you?

(And why is it that you can function so normally without me?)

…

Everybody says I've changed and at first, that made me very happy. I was no longer the gloomy girl everyone avoided – I was free from the heavy clouds hanging above my head. But slowly, I began to notice something.

I'm changing way more than I should.

Because you always say that I should do this, or need to look like that, and you assure me it's for my own good, because people might frown upon my natural reactions (and they make you embarrassed, and you don't want that). I started to see that I became so different, that not a speck of the original I was left. I lost myself.

I've changed completely – and that's not what I wanted.

I know that I was supposed to change here and there, cut on some of my habits and change some of my traits, but I was not supposed to become somebody else. Because that's what I see in the mirror now – someone else.

Your creation.

…

I was blind. God, I was so blinded by my wishes and hopes that I never noticed how wrong this all is. I've willingly let you take control over me, and little by little, you turned me into something you wished for. I was like a clay doll you took and formed by your own will, ignoring my needs and my feelings.

And you never tried to save me – you took the rain away because you were bothered by it, and you couldn't stand it.

Not for me.

You never did anything for me.

And now that I've finally realized that, I'm bringing an end to this story.

…

I found someone new, and he's so much better than you. He'd never make me change, for or because of him – he loves me for who I am, and the only changes within me he'd accept are the ones I'd want myself.

Now, I can truly say-

I love him and it feels like heaven has finally opened its door for me.

And I don't have to fear the gray sky anymore, because when we kiss, the skies crack open and all of my emotions come pouring down like the merciless rain, showering us both in delight, happiness and pure bliss, creating a river of the strongest feelings.

And I hope you drown in it.