She'd never felt more alone.
Juvia's arms wrapped around her middle as she rested her head on the doorway, her gaze locked upon the stars. The rain was gone for the moment, and she remembered the many nights that she and her Gray-sama had looked to the stars, quietly contemplating what they should do when they were done training.
What they should do about Lucy, who neither had heard from.
What they should do about the black marks that had grown across his skin, frightening her. He hadn't been too concerned - he'd still felt alright, after all.
What they should do about the disbanded guild.
There had been one thing neither was willing to bring up; what would happen to them? They were living together, had been living together. Surely Juvia's wish would come true and she'd be allowed to be with her Gray-sama at last!
But now...he was gone.
Gray had disappeared.
The empty village that they'd stayed in, once full of their laughter and happiness, their cheerful attitudes about the future as they suggested that it might be a good idea to check in on who they could, was silent, and those things?.
All gone.
The feverish flush to her cheeks had grown worse lately, but she hadn't noticed. Juvia sniffed softly as the rain came back, drizzling around her.
This was how she'd felt before. Before Fairy Tail...before Phantom Lord. At least in Phantom Lord, they'd noticed her. Feared her, recognized her as a valuable mage without getting too close to her with only the grumpy Gajeel saying a small compliment every now and then.
But she'd never felt alone like she did before then and how she felt now.
Abandoned.
Juvia turned to go back inside, to finish the meal that had grown cold, pausing only to spare one final look to the disappearing stars. "Come home, Gray-sama," she pleaded to no one in particular, eyes pricking with tears.
She returned to the silence that she'd heard for the past few weeks as she forced herself to eat, to sleep only moments after finishing.
Unaware that countless miles away, a man with his dark hair slicked out of his face and a black mark streaking up over his icy eyes studied the stars, wondering just how the girl he missed was doing as he and the Titania of their now disbanded guild worked in secret to tear into the guild known as Avatar and destroy it from the inside out.
Maybe she was doing the same thing? He hoped so; guilt filled him every second of the time he spent away, unable to send even one word to her.
Crickets chirped in the silence of the evening air, which was as dry as ice that crept beneath his fingers.
Ran a little bit behind and didn't post anything yesterday, but here we are! The prompt was "silence" for the first official day of FT Angst Week. Later, I'll post the one for today's prompt!