Gruvia Week Day 2: Quiet
To be honest, Gray loved the quiet (though you probably wouldn't guess considering the guild he comes from). He found it peaceful, a time to keep your thoughts, to let your mind wander, to enjoy the moment. Quiet, Gray thought, was comfortable.
Now, he hated it, loathed it to no end.
He stared at her all-too-pale face that sat in his lap. Her breathless figure half-lay on the cold ground, unmoving. Her soft blue hair gather around her head, forming a halo of sorts, and framing her beautiful face. Her usual hat lay somewhere, forgotten, Her ocean deep eyes were open, lifeless.
If she wasn't so cold (especially to him, an ice mage), if her conservative clothing wasn't stained with the red of her own blood, Gray would've thought she looked perfect (of course he wouldn't admit that, even to himself). But, she was. She was laying motionless, and quiet, too quiet, and dead.
Dead.
He didn't find it right that Juvia wasn't freaking out while held her in his arms. He didn't find it right that she coouldn't say a word, not even to comfort him. She could no longer swoon, or talk, or fight, or speak, she was just quiet.
He despised this quiet, despised it with his very being. Because this quiet, he knew, would never end. And that broke him.
Sorry I missed a couple of days! And sorry it's so short. I was tired and honestly could not focus on anything, so here is day 2. I'll post the other 2 prompts (yesterday's and today's) as soon as I write them. Don't forget to review.
Cop, not signing out because I have more to post. ;D