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Remember Draco during Half Blood Prince?....Yeah....Me too...

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The rain kept falling as she walked along the mossy forest path, her soaked leather boots sinking in to the wet ground with every step she took. Although her clothes were already dripping wet, she kept clutching the pink umbrella in her hand like it could bring her hope amongst the old, rotting trees that revealed a glimpse of lead grey sky every time violent wind blew to rip their weak branches. But unlike the forest itself Juvia kept her posture straight and expression as flawlessly empty and emotionless as always. Not even alone in the forest she dared to lift the mask of uncaring, the perfect facade that she had build to protect herself. No, even when she was alone she was the Water Mage of Phantom Lord, Juvia of Element 4.

Gracefully she walked forward in the mud, every step getting heavier as they brought her closer to the destination. She knew the path well, maybe even better than her own apartment. Except in her home things changed places. This forest looked always the same: the old trees, the mud under her feet, the....

Only one more turn, then this would finally come to an end.

Finally the forest ended and she could see the meadow. Brightly colored flowers seemed so out of place against the clouds that seemed to press against the ground, like trying to drown even the lovely colors in grey melancholy that always surrounded Juvia. But even the beautiful sight could not repel the lump that was growing in her throat as she wiped off her wet bangs, shaky fingers leaving a warm,wet trail after them.

Soon it would be over, she kept telling herself. After this one job she just needed to give her report, then she could bury herself in bed and forget that anything existed. But even that could not stop the panic that was building in her stomach. Why did she had to do this, why was she the one that received the order. Oh God, if you exist please let me stop here, Juvia prayed.

But it was already too late. Before she had time to realize the sharp blades of water had already hit the target, taking the unsuspecting victim by surprise. The poor human being did not even have time for last words as life left the body, leaving it to collapse on the grass. But Juvia did not even flinch, keeping her eyes nailed on the sight before her. This was who she was, right. Someone said a word and she did what was told to. No word against, no hesitation, no sympathy. Not even when she needed to paint her hands with someone else's blood. But still she could not stop the tears that fell from her eyes as the guilt broke her heart. Desperately she tried to wipe the tears, collect the pieces of the perfect mask she had created. But the feeling took over her, making her collapse on the grass as the wind caught her umbrella, throwing away her last hiding place. And there she cried as the rain washed the blood off her hands.

Juvia let out a cry as her head hit the hard wood. After a moment of confusion her eyes began to register the surroundings: The wooden tables and benches, smell of beer and shouts and laughter around the hall of the Guild house. But even the light and familiar sigh of her fellow mages could not drive away the shiver that shook her body. The nightmare never left her, it would come back over and over again, even when she was surrounded by the rowdy, cheerful bunch that was better known as Fairy Tail. But at least in here, she did not have the need to hide behind the masks.

Quickly she wiped some drool off her cheek and twisted her face in a smile when someone tapped her shoulder.

"Yes?"

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