It was a dull day, a day in which everything wasn't right. A division where nobody was outside as the clouds burst into tears. The discouraging sky maintained big woolly cotton balls across the land. Rain fell from the trembling sky draining from the heavens. In the distance of the scared rain, you could hear the voice of a young woman whispering "drip, drip, drop, the water within me feels all alone without my darling close to my side." Her voice held the beat of water dripping from the lamp that stood in the dark rain. The sounds of rain pitter-pattered along the ground had caused a ruckus with the animals; It became slightly distracting to them. Most hid in their dens, silently waiting for the endless plague to be over. The rustic lamp lit a small division of the long meadow. Otherwise, it was hard to see past the edge of the light. A figure approached, A pale women draped in sky blue shaded clothes. Showed no impression of the cold empty rain falling on the lamp-post. She stared at the street light in the middle of nowhere. The light had very little shin to it. Once used to be polished but now rusty and old. The light had no character to help the poor woman find her way through the blasted rain. She strolled past it like the light meant nothing to her.

The shimmer of her dress showed no effect on the night's fear. In reality, she made it worse. Her hair underneath her summer hat gave an oceanic appearance. The color, the wave, the reflection, all resembled the sea. Her eyes reflected a somewhat similar color but became filled with overwhelming grief. The umbrella, she held dear to her, had the summer's brightness that looked plastered on to the wet umbrella. The Light started to fade as she walked farther from the lamp. Just in a few steps, the light became doused. She proceeded to walk at a particular pace across the pulpy field. She unzipped her right pocket with her right hand and pulled out a little snow-white doll. Even with little light, she could see clearly. This little doll, named Sunny, has been with this fragile girl for two years and has never left her side. Her plane Teru Teru Bozu smiled back at her, giving her a warm sensation; her face tweaked a smile. She fastened her small Teru bozu pin in her hair. A streak of water poured out of her dazzling eyes. Her smile vanished into flowing waterfalls running down her pale face. Her eyes gushed with tears, as she sniffled as she zipped her pocket. Soon the rain had stopped, but it didn't stop her from crying. The rain caused some of her cryings, but it was because of the thoughts that beckoned her witched made her -tears shaped into a puddle. The ocean inside her turned. The world became dimmer, even after the clouds had cleared. With the sky carried no happiness. But suddenly Around her became a space full of darkness. All you could see was a few suns in the empty heavens. It was so pitch black, not even the animals roamed around in this heartbreaking whether. Her tears flowed down her rosy cheeks. "Grey," she wept with overwhelming sadness. Her tears formed puddles along the frozen ground. "Grey, where could you be," she rasped. Frozen in the rain, she dropped to her knees with her flattened umbrella. The strong force pulled Her hat off her silky hair. She sat there, not bothering to pick up her lost cap. She gave a great sigh and didn't hesitate to speak with the chilly air starting to closure into a dome of ice. The ground began to freeze, breaking into small shards and falling through the floor. Ice peeked out of the corners of the dark corridors."Grey-Sama," she peeped. The icicles kissed her pale skin, making her shiver. She looked up, realizing the bright stars had gone missing. The iced sealed her legs to the ground surrounding the shriveled young girl. The ice began to form, heading towards the sky, reaching the young girl's chest. She tried to inhale some air. The ice put force on her chest, causing her to whisper while inhaling. Her body tensed, only being able to exhale. She held her breath as the waves of ice-covered her figure, the ice formed into a pear-shaped diamond. The last gasp of breath formed words that spoke out of thin air "Grey"…

Eyes shot open in a heartbeat. Flying out of the warm sheets into bitter coldness. "Juvia!", he cried staring at the concrete wall with his hand reached out. Sitting in the fridge air he stared at the cresses along the concrete block. The man's mind drifted into a blank stare realizing he is awake. The young man was left confused in the still air. A tear had appeared out of the corner of his eyes creating paths down his soft cheeks. Shivering, he asked himself, "why"

He asked once again, "why must this dream continue."

He pulled back his hand and placed his iced cold fingers tips on his black frosted hair. Thoughts went racing through his mind, but he kept himself in check feeling his face go numb. Small woolly clouds formed as he breathed heavily into the chill air around him. "What can I do?", he spoke with a scared look on his face.

His scarce face rotated to the slowly, looking toward the chestnut desk from the left side of his bed. There was a fragile picture sitting in a metal frame on the desk. He turned back once again, face to face with a big brick in the wall. He closed his eyes and laid back first in the iced cold covers. Thinking of her repeatedly saying his name

"Grey-Sama,"

"Grey-Sama,"!

He bit his lip as those words were the last thing he may hear. Making his depression take over and turn the icy tears into puddles of ice as they froze solid.

"Why," he muttered

then asked once again, "why must I endure this pain" his misery broke into his pure cold voice

"I can't take it anymore" he wavered, tucking into a small ball rocking back and forth on his hind end.

"This pain I hate it" he turned facing the wall slowly but surely, he then spoke through the fog that hung in the air,

"This pain has to stop."