Frozen heart - (Fairy Tail-Natsu x Juvia-Love story)

Night gatherings

Juvia sighed softly, closed the book, leaving a bookmark on the right page, and picked it up as she left the kitchen to take it to her room. Her hand went to the elastic band on her hair and pulled it off, letting the dark blue strands fall freely over her shoulder blades and shoulders. Her face is grim, her bangs hiding her eyes from the floor, and her fingers tremble as they grip the book. Everything described in the book is true, and there is no escaping it. But it doesn't make Juvia feel any better. Time runs forward and her body along with it. She's getting older, more Mature, stronger and even hungrier. The loss of taste for ordinary human food was just the beginning, and she didn't want to think about what would happen next. What would happen to her, her friends, and, most importantly, Natsu?

— Why does the world have to be so complicated? — what is it? " she asked herself softly as she walked down the hall toward her room, where another sleepover was about to begin. She waited for it with such impatience and enthusiasm, a good mood after a fun game in the company of Natsu, and now it is below the floor. The mind is again filled with dark thoughts, one more terrible than the other, and even hatred and self-esteem. Juvia can't hate the mother who gave her this life, the mother she adores. She could not hate her father, who loved her so much and whom Inessa had chosen for her husband. He can't hate his Jolly little brother, his overprotective twin sister, and the oldest and wisest of their family, Naomi. But here is themselves easily. After all, she is to blame in many ways. She did terrible things, even as a little girl, and all because of her uncontrollable icy powers. Protecting my younger brother was one of those terrible things that you will remember and pay for all your life. Because of her, her mother had died, because she, Juvia, had been there to protect her, and instead she had put herself in danger, getting a scar on her face with a deadly weapon. And much, much more.

"I'm like a magnet that attracts one failure after another. Including pain and death. So I tried to push Natsu away from me in our meeting, after a long time, but it didn't work out. Instead, I moved toward its light like a moth to a candle flame. I wonder... If his fire burns me one day, will it be considered a punishment or punishment for all my sins?»

When she opened the door, Juvia stood there with a book in one hand and the doorknob in the other. And all because of the next picture that presented itself to her eyes.

The guys apparently decided to start the karaoke night without her, as Natsu jumped up on the table with her guitar in his hands, ignoring Luke's attempts to stop Him.

— I told him not to. He didn't listen. Alice, who was standing a little apart, with her back to the wall, shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at all this with a bored look.

Suddenly Natsu began to sing, still trying to play her guitar, shouting words into the microphone that was now in the hands of Luke, who was standing next to Her. The blond man has a guilty and awkward expression on his face, and a drop of water hovers over his head.

Blue like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest,

"My song? -  Juvia was surprised when She noticed a stack of her song sheets lying on a nearby table. "Where did he find it?»

— I like your songs. Alice Commented. — You have a talent. I'd like to hear you play them. No offense, Natsu. You have a good voice, but you can't play this guitar. She added, noticing the hurt look on his face in response to her words.

"She's right, Juvia-Chan. Luke nodded with a smile. — I'm a writer, too. Only I don't write songs or poems, but — " his face flushed as Alice suddenly came up to him, interested. "To... Books." "No," he said. he swallowed and closed his eyes.

— Let me read your drafts. I'll be your co-author. And it's not up for discussion. The albino girl snapped, returning to her place against the wall and resuming her former position.