The sun dipped behind the clouds, pouring a rosy glow over the landscape in front of her eyes. The ambient light cascaded through the room behind, making everything a soft pink shade. The little room behind her. It wasn't much, a small living space with a sofa, chair and bookshelf and a conjoined small kitchen with just enough necessities to get by.
A sigh escaped her lips, as she once more imagined the empty space behind her occupied, as it used to be. Whether they were making breakfast to start their morning before training, or chatting gently about everything and anything as the night time crept around.
What would Juvia give to be back in those times.
When she dusted and cleaned her little home while her companion was out, when they would sit down together for dinner at the evening time and laugh about all their memories from Fairy Tail, when she could feel Gray's eyes lingering on her when she lay across the sofa in one of his stolen t-shirts, reading a book; back when she wasn't alone…
Juvia turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears from escaping. Every memory of before would bring her to tears, a wave of sadness forever rushing over her as each day came and went, with none bringing her loved one back to her.
Oh, how she treasured every day of the 6 months she and Gray shared. It was a slow start, but as weeks went by, she could feel them two growing closer than ever, strengthening their already strong bond.
Juvia had learned how to hone her emotions better, to allow Gray to be the one to act of instinct, to not constantly shower him with her love and devotion.
And as she gradually learnt to bring herself in, Gray began to come out to her. To bring her a cup of tea in the mornings, to spend hours practising their magic together, random acts of instinct; like putting her hair behind her ear when it fell across her face, to share memories of their childhoods, to link hands as they weaved their way through busy marketplaces.
She really thought her dream was becoming to come true.
But she was wrong. Of course. She was always wrong.
Juvia took one more glance outside, at now the ever-growing darkness of night and decided to go to bed, before her thoughts consuming her even further.
And that night, the clouded closed in, dark grey shrouded above and then the rain began. A small drop at first, then into a heavy shower that would not stop. Not until the aching heart of the rain woman could have her love returned.