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@i-ced continued from here. 

     ….. storms …
droplets of water that once meant solitude.
… did it have a new meaning now?

       The core of solitude. The one which always kept the female isolated and rejected. The storm has always been her only companion. Cold and noisy, yet invincible; like a bubble that dragged her into the depths of her mind. Chained, imprisoned. Keeping her different, unwanted.

   … can you name this storm before you right now?

          Like a timid && fragile sunbeam in the middle of a storm, the words uttered by the other managed to struck a small window deep down in her soul; like a light at the end of the tunnel, discreet but that invited her to open her eyes and gaze at what was in front of her.

          One part of her was still scared to break free from the bubble that imprisoned her. The icy water that surrounded her relentlessly.      To get exposed and free from all the insecurity that imprisoned && strangled her silently. To DARE TO DREAM with a life beside the man she loved so fiercely, so wholly && completely. 

         If Juvia really did leave, what would she find? If she went in the direction of the light that now called for her with such a tenacious voice, would she find what she had always sought?

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█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ   HIS EYES WERE dark, stormy —- steely resolves. His countenance was gelid as whirling turmoil lurked beneath the crease of his brow, the strain to keep his joints relaxed clearly depicted in the set of his jaw. He felt the pad of his palm being aligned upon her chest and her heart was skipping rhythms ( skipping SYMPHONIES ) alongside his — the HUM of their shared sentiments that dwelled from within.

    Yet, Gray scarcely felt the edges of fragmented coal, like ash that suddenly rises from the blackened crevices of his own heart. It cloaked around the last glimmer of light and COMPRESS — decimate until only the sound of its destruction resonates within the bowels of reality and he remembered how he was TAINTED — 

                       ( How he was once broken into atoms of 
                                      former collapses, former ashes, &&. former sorrows. )

… How could he ever compare to her purity ? 

    Gray knew, within the secluded depths of his heart, that his touch – his graze – his very FINGERTIPS could b r e a k her. It had happened before, and consternation festered from his within at the thought – at the memories. How he had once torched her irrevocably &&. beyond repair like pomegranate seeds after their crisp layer caught fire and dispersed into the ambiance that enshrouded them. He’d chase away her rain only to usher back the fogs and dark skies, which is stupidly &&. completely ironic. And even then, even with the knowledge of such an abhorrent act coursing through his cold veins, HE LOVED HER. 

    For she is all he could never be. Love and faith and forgiveness encompassed within a single being ; her very SMILE thawed away the ice that constructed around each of his bony ribs and he is weak before her words, before her eyes and before her soul.

    ( Gray felt like he has been in the semblance of solitude for an eternity. has had but frozen crowns and gelid thrones and rotting vengeance to keep him tethered to this astral plain

      ——- &&. he is TIRED of piecing himself back together )

    He brought his coarse hand up and brushed it against her pristine cheek, ridding the watery trail of the tear she had shed.  He isn’t sure which is worse:  the fact that his world has suddenly transpired into one with a kaleidoscope of COLOR, or that he doesn’t mind it. The world before him had only ever been dull and filled with blizzards &&. hurricanes. And yet now, he can see everything — the tones of her skin, the dark blue of her hues in winter, the amaranth flush adorning her cheeks &&. the evident fondness that surfaced in his own eyes as he basked upon her visage — a phenomenon that he never dreamed she would get to see, a softer side of himself that he didn’t even know exist.

    Because all he ever sees is grey. Two shades from black, three shades from white—

      ❝ I guess… yeah. Now, I think I can. ❞

    Gray whispered into their thin vicinity ; his sonorous voice like chiming bells that tolled after life left the matter to BURN in the wake of its absence ——–

   He’d once thought that if a storm has a name, it would be G R A Y. Raw and hurting, he rebuffed her advances like a tempest - yet she was so patient, so caring, no matter what. The love she showed him was FOREIGN, but now … now he finally acknowledged them ( it might have cost him decades– cost him centuries, but he did ). And in those times that she picked him up &&. set him back on his feet, it magnified. Like a hard sun, her LOVE beats upon him, slathering on its consequences in subtle ways discerned only by those who had always known him. Gray Fullbuster himself was decidedly B L I N D, perceptions darkened beneath sheepskin as time dwindled on. 

    But after everything that has happened, he knew now that his heart is raw – exposed, and brimming with EMOTION. Just as potent. Just as strongly ( because no longer is he cold &&. empty ). — Gray gingerly nudged his forehead against hers. He watched her lapis lazuli eyes, how they were as mysterious as the limitless ocean —– yet swimming opulently with ardent AFFECTION. ( &&. god, he could feel his very soul luxuriated in the depth of her gaze ).  

    His mind once tossed, twirled, &&. inspected this unknown CONCEPT, surveying every aspect of the storm. And now he knew. He knew. He knew.

     The storm that consumed him. 
   The harsh, unabiding storm named love.*

    And with that Gray advanced forward, his weight urging Juvia’s slighter frame back against the concrete wall and he TRAPPED her there, his mouth seizing hers gently, capturing the tender flesh in a kiss tinged with promise.  ❝ Is that — ❞  He wrenched out, voice ragged &&. thin, breathless as he pulled away. 

   ❝ Is that … enough of an answer for you? ❞

  Juvia had become a prevalent factor in his life, and Gray knew they were meant to trod on the same path. He’d die protecting her ; without a second thought, within a heartbeat.