There were just facts of life, universal truths that no one would surely deny. The sky was blue, the grass was green and Juvia Lockser loved, adored, worshipped and revered Gray Fullbuster. From the moment their gazes locked she just knew he would change her life.

(She was right; he did.)

The fever wasn't going away, if anything, after what she learnt, it was climbing into her bloodstream leaving Juvia faint and with legs that couldn't quite hold her up. But she was determined, yes, she was still that, she hopes so at least. She's not quite sure of anything anymore.

"He's okay?" And that's the most important bit, never mind the ugly feeling that was crawling and twisting in her gut, he was okay and that had to mean something. (It did mean something but Juvia wasn't concentrating on that now, her whole universe was attached to the fact that he was safe, safe and unharmed.)

"He's okay, Juvia." Carla was reassuring her, trying to maneuver her back to the bed, "He's fighting a battle as we speak and when your well enough, you can see him yourself. Now back inside those covers Missy. Your fever hasn't broken yet."

"He-he was undercover?"

"That's what they told us, yes"

It took her a moment, a spilt second of hesitation.

A crack of thunder showed no signs of the storm passing.

"Juvia," She shook her head, trying to clear and shake away the thoughts that were threating to overwhelm her, "Juvia doesn't understand."

Wendy, sweet Wendy was looking up at her with mounting distress and big innocent eyes and jumped when the storm roared outside, "What don't you understand Juvia?"

It didn't make any sense, how could he, (and she could barely think his name let alone let it leave her dry throat) a man who brought such color into her life, literal light, leave her feeling like this?

She felt…broken, fragile and she couldn't understand why.

"Juvia?"

Six months they spent together and Juvia had thought…she had presumed that they were growing closer (sometimes she thinks she presumes too much). There were times when he would look at her, just look like maybe Juvia was something special to gaze at. And she never said anything about it because Gray had his past and a heart that was guarded with thorns so she had to be careful, so very careful. There were times where she didn't want to be, where she ached to go to him, but she knew in her core that he wasn't ready and so she waited. She waited because he was everything and even being by his side was enough.

It was enough

Until he left the warm place beside her and the world spun on its axis and crashed beneath her.

Oh

Oh.

Juvia put a hand to her chest where she could feel the organ trying to rip apart beneath her ribs.

He walked away like so many others, but he was supposed to be different, he was supposed to be her guiding star, so bright compared to the darkness. He was everything and he left her.

He left her.

There was a light inside her eyes that was slowly dying and no matter how she tried to coax it back it didn't work. She tried to find that part of her that belonged to him, a part that was like the sun itself and fan the flames of her love. But she couldn't. She had nothing left in her. Not now. Not when it was so blindingly clear.

There were just facts of life, universal truths that no one would surely deny. The sky was blue, the grass was green and Juvia Lockser was an ameonna forever destined for her loved ones to abandon her.