Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, and it belongs to Hiro Mashima, as do all the characters etc. If I did own it, however, mark my words Gruvia would be canon by now.

Well, enjoy this kinda-angsty kinda-not Gruvia two-shot! I listened to Marina and the Diamonds' 'Obsessions' while writing this. This chapter is the last chapter and Juvia-centred.

We've Got Obsessions

Chapter Two: Say It

Drip, drip, drop.

The water mage stared at the rain with eyes that almost as clouded as the overcast sky. It had been raining for days – no, weeks straight. Whenever someone complained and said, "This rain is so gloomy," or whenever someone confronted her about it, Juvia denied anything.

No, Juvia didn't make the rain start.

No, Juvia's not upset.

No, Juvia's doesn't love him anymore.

But most people knew better than to believe her. They also knew better than to keep pushing her to her limit. She was in a rather fragile emotional state; even more so than normal. Juvia had never fully learned how to control her feelings. And now look what they were doing to her.

She sighed. The rain kept coming, it just kept falling down. Drip, drip, dr—

Juvia closed her eyes to the rain, pretending it didn't exist, and shut the open window. The rain was only a reminder of him – of the everything he had done for her– and being near it brought her so much pain, so much pain that she couldn't stand to see another drop. The water mage collapsed on her bed, her head buried in a pillow that still smelled of the lavender shampoo she'd bought to impress him.

After he had taken the rain away, Juvia had loved him. Juvia had learned to love the rain, too. Juvia loved everything about him and everything he loved, she learned to love. Caramade Franks. The rain. The cold. Even her own body; even herself. She had learned to love it all thanks to him. She had also learned that love was not like candy. She could not run out if she kept giving it out. So she kept giving and giving and giving. She had made it a habit, almost, to tell her lover she loved him every single day. And if he was on a mission, or if she was, she would count the days and simply make up for it with even more "I love you's". She had even dropped her third-person speech habit whenever she said it, to make it seem more genuine.

But then Juvia had started to doubt herself when he never replied to her confessions of love. So she started wondering, what if he thought she was too clingy? She had known the ice mage – whose name she couldn't bear to think about – long enough and well enough to know that he didn't like holding hands or cuddling. Was a simple "I love you" too much, as well? Was it a sweet thing to do, or was it creepy? Had she come across as delusional? Obsessed, even?

Whatever her reasoning behind it was, Juvia had stopped saying it every time she saw him. Their relationship kept going smoothly, so she started saying it less and less. And then she never said it at all unless he made the first move, which was very rare. She knew he wasn't good at expressing his feelings. But he could try. She remembered, on her birthday, he hadn't even bought her a present. He hadn't said "I love you," either. She had assumed he would buy her something – especially since he had gone to the local florist earlier that week, and since he spent so much time in the guild's archives, looking through books of old poetry.

And then he had come to her party empty-handed and, for lack of better words, empty-mouthed. "Happy birthday," was the best she'd gotten out of him. Should she had said something first? Why should she, anyway? Wasn't he the man? Shouldn't he have the guts to say "I love you" without her doing anything?

Juvia groaned into her pillow. Where had she messed up? Where had she missed her chance? She had done so much for him! She had worried about it constantly. She had even bought shampoo especially for him! Of course she had driven him away.

The water mage turned over and stared at the ceiling. Maybe their falling apart had been a good thing. Maybe it had been time, anyway. No relationship lasted forever.

Then why, why, why why why was she now so obsessed with the chances she had missed, with the moments she had lost?

Why was she asking herself so many painful questions?

Why was it raining?

Why did it hurt?

Why—

Juvia buried her cheek into her pillow and breathed in the faint flowery scent, and listened to the all-too familiar drip-drip-drop of the rain hitting the roof.

"It was probably Juvia's fault, anyway," she whispered to herself. "She still loves him, doesn't she?" she asked, though no one was there to answer her.

She closed her eyes and willed the tears not to come. "She's still obsessed with him, isn't she...?"

The End

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