JUVIA'S POV
Gray-sama was my love. I needed him as a person needed air to breath. He flowed life into me like nobody else had ever done.
We had talked just once, at a coffee shop down in Magnolia. We made polite conversation, commenting on how we were both sure we'd seen each other before. We'd exchanged numbers too. I went over the conversations we had in my head, reliving every sly smile that crossed his face and every single time he blinked. He was utter perfection. Sadly, he never texted or called and he'd written his number on the palm of my hand so it washed away over the day.
I chuckled, "Oh Gray-sama must be so shy to have never called. He's probably so nervous to talk to Juvia."
I walked into my room and flicked on the rusty switch by my door. The room was of course adorned systematically with everything that reminded me of my beloved. I had even managed to snag a lock of his dark, raven hair which I kept situated on my mirror to see every morning. I breathed in the musty air of the room and danced over to my bulletin board carefully making note of everywhere he'd been today. I deftly traced my fingers over the locations I had seen him at: first his house where he'd woken up. Then, a small thrift store off the edge of town. Next, an office building where he worked for the newspaper company, Celebrity Weekly. And finally, at a restaurant in the city before he returned home and fell asleep at precisely 11:51pm. Pragmatically marking his locations with pins, I chuckled and laced grey string around every one linking them in order by which they happened. I hummed a tune he mentioned he liked and walked to my mirror intertwining my fingers into his cut hair. Somehow, it still smelled like him.
"Juvia will make you her's darling Gray," I blushed grinning deeply and staring at my new information with pride.
Tomorrow I would make my move and finally have him all to myself.
