She ignores the rain that drips from her eyes, instead tries to focus on the steady pitter patter falling outside her window. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter. The rain heavy and hard, drowning out all sounds. All except, the muffled ones coming through the walls.
She lifts a pale hand up, whisking away the tears. Against her better judgement, she rises and presses an ear against the thin wall. The muffled noises increasing in volume. As much as she would like to deny it, she knows his voices. He low baritone voice, filled with a hint of warmness that belies his magic affiliation. Every moan of his, every panted whisper shatters her heart a little more.
She wants to hate the card mage who is currently screaming the ice mage's name loudly. But she can't, because while Cana surely knew of her crush on Gray, she had no claim on the ice man. Juvia's hands quiver as she presses her head harder against the wall. Her heart screams for her to walk away. But she is frozen-as if trapped by his ice- to that spot against the wall.
She tells herself that tomorrow she won't run up to him with a smile on her face. That she won't dive into the spot next to him on the bench. Tomorrow, she'll go walk around the town and get to know some other guild members. Tomorrow, she'll forget about him. But she knows, she is lying to herself because now matter how much her heart shatters with every moan, she'll always love him.