At night when the stars light up my room,
I sit by myself...
Talking to the moon,
Trying to get to you,
In hopes you're on the other side,
Talking to me too,
Oh am I a fool,
Who sits alone,
Talking to the moon

~Bruno Mars, Talking to the Moon

Lucy ceased her sobs as time went on, her raging feelings calming themselves. Why did she run? Levy told her what happened, what they said. She knew Natsu's feelings, so why did she run?

She didn't know.

She shook her head of these thoughts and looked around her. She sat hunched in the corner of a classroom, the scattered desks and tables showed that. A large board hung diagonally across the front wall as one of it's supports must have broken. A line of windows above her right showed the every present glow of the moon.

Still night, huh? It was later, or rather earlier, than she had anticipated. How long had she been here? An hour, two? Her aching muscles showed it was much too long. Sighing she uncurled herself slowly, letting the mucles readjust into a more comfortable position.

"What is wrong with me?" She asked herself as she stood. Her legs hurt alongside her shoulders and neck. "I guess I should head back now, Natsu must be worried." She turned to leave, brown eyes searching desperately for any sign of anything she recognised.

"Shit." She swore after realising just how lost she was. She opened the classroom door out into the hallway and picked a direction, running full speed.

Right onto a patch of rotten flooring and down into the unknown.

Her just recently healed leg struck the ground first causing her to wince in pain and gasp back air as her back followed after. She lay there gaping for a moment to reclaim her lost breath, staring up at the hole she had made. Twenty feet above her. Great.

SHe stared at the hole for a moment and sighed. "God, I'm an idiot." She muttered to herself, wincing at the pain in her ribs. "There Natsu was, turning down that white headed whore for me and what do I do? I run away, he probably didn't even know I was there until he ran right into me. But that woman just had to kiss him, didn't she? Probably thought I would misunderstand the... situation." Her voice trailed as realization hit.

Suddenly her sprawled body spasmed in a fit of rage. "How dare she!?" She screamed. "She was betting I would do just this! And here I am, here I just, fell for it. Oh god, Natsu. I'm so sorry."

Sighing once more she grit her teeth and did an examination on her injuries. A few bruised, if not broken ribs; her leg was sore but thankfully not re-broken; her back hurt; and a large gash marred her arm, blood flowing slowly from it. "Well, Lucy." She said to herself. "Let's see if you can stand."

The blonde's head whipped around as she sat up, looking for any clue of how to get back up to the hallway she fell from, not that up there was any better in terms of knowing where she was. The hallway was not like the others and to her best knowledge she was on the first floor to begin with. Was this a basement? Lucy felt the curiosity bubbling within her and earnestly tried to push it down.

"Wait until you're not lost, alone, and injured, Self." She said to herself as she struggled and failed to get on her feet. "Not lost, alone, and in-"

A movement next to her caught her attention and her head quickly turned to it. There sat a rat the size of which Lucy had never seen before.

She screamed, just great.

Scrambling back away from the monster, a dull pain registered at the back of her head as the world around her darkened.

Juvia scrambled for the cell phone on her dresser as the bubling rush of water sounded, signalling the arrival of a text message. She lifted the blue device off the table and flicked on a light as she sat up to read it, her white sheets pooling around her waist as she did so. The number was familiar, though not saved as a current contact.

She slid the phone open and opened the message. She read the first sentence of many and froze, her hands shaking. The screen turned gray and then off and she made no move to return light to the pixels. Memories flashed through her mind and with each passing one her eyes clenched tighter together, her hands ringing around the phone as the clear case creaked beneath the pressure.

Her breathing heavied and she began to succumb to a growing dizzyness. Crashing waves and torrents of rain clouded her sight; screams and crashes assaulted her ears; and the briney saline taste of saltwater filled her mouth. Her eyes stung with tears.

"I know our parents arranged the marriage, Juvia. So I understand if you don't want to go through with it now that your's are... gone." He shifted his weight nervously, his eyes betraying the feelings he didn't dare put in his words.

Juvia, taken aback by this, could only sputter a response. "J-Juvia isn't sur about cancelling the engagement, but she would like time. Could you give Juvia time?" His eyes lit up despite the somber atmopshere of the funeral. He graspt her hands in his and held them tightly.

"Of course, Juvia." He answered happily. "Of course. Let me know when you're comfortable with your answer. I'd wait for you forever."

Juvia wasn't expecting this, she wasn't sure what to do. Eyes frightened and breathing still heavy she sat up and stumbled down the hall to Gray's room. She slid under the covers beside him and curled herself into his side.

Gray felt the shift and stirred to see Juvia next to him, her cell phone clutched in a death grip. He removed the phone to see a text opened.

I hate to rush you, but my parents want an answer. We need to meet. You know the coffee shop on 8th Street we went to on our first date? Meet me there at two on Saturday.

-Lyon

This took me for-freaking-ever to write. I hope it's better than I think it is.