Title: Battlescars

Pairing: GraLu (Fairy Tail Fandom)

Summary: In the end, it was their love that brought them back together.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail.

Chapter 3

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There are times when Lucy would sit by the windowsill and just marvel at the view before her eyes. Sometimes, when the weather's a little too cold for her taste, she would prepare a glass of hot cocoa and drink it slowly as she replays various events in her life.

The first sip would always remind her of the time when her husband was still in the hospital – of pains and heartaches, of hurt and comfort. By then, the tears would start to fall one by one (as if shedding them would rid her of bitter memories). And then afterwards, she would give out a hearty laugh, loud enough for him to hear as he lay awake on their bed – across the room from where she's sitting.

Lucy knows laughing by one's self seemed so silly. But she doesn't really care.

Once, when she was crying silently, Gray suddenly walked through the door, asking her if everything's okay. It was at that moment that realization hit her hard – her husband may be blind, but he's still as perceptive as ever (as if he didn't lose his sight).

"I'm okay." She said as she wiped away the streak of tears from her face.

"Then don't cry. It pains me when you cry." Gray said as he walked towards her.

From then on, she would try to hide her tears through laughter. But then again, her husband is no fool. He never was and he never will. And maybe that's the reason why that even with her laughter, he would paste a scowl on his face every time she enters their room. The same scowl from that fateful day six months ago.

Lucy could never forget that day. The events still haunted her until now – his scowl, her disbelief, and Dr. Loxar's anger. Perhaps jealousy's really the greatest enemy of any woman in love, because one moment she was hugging Gray so tightly, the next she was yanked out of his touch by an angry doctor.

"You filthy woman! How dare you lay your hands on Gray." Juvia trembled in anger as she held Lucy's collar on her hands.

"Get your hands off her!" Gray shouted in a distance as he struggled to stand up from where he sat.

"You see what you've done? You've hurt him so badly after I mended him back together!"

She could see the anger in Juvia's eyes. Somehow, her heart softened at the sight. But this was a fight she could never try to throw away. Gray's her husband. He is hers. And she has every right in the world to hug him, get close to him, and even kiss him with every passing moment.

"Dr. Loxar, I appreciate your efforts, and I'm sure my husband feels the same way." She took a deep breath before continuing. "However, I would appreciate it all the more if you stop this possessive act because you damn well know to whom Gray rightfully belongs."

She glanced back at Gray before speaking with a firm tone,"He was never yours."

After that incident, Dr. Juvia Loxar never showed her face to them again. It was two weeks after that Mira, the nurse attendant of Gray, told them that the pretty doctor had died during a bombing on the outskirts of town.

Two months later, they went home – away from the smell of antiseptics, away from the sickening colour of the hospital, away from all the smell of blood.

And slowly, Gray recovered his strength and was finally able to walk.

Life has never been better.

Sometimes, when the moon was up and when silence engulfs their home, Gray would quietly and discreetly reach out for Lucy's hand; kissing it and caressing it with as much gentleness as he could muster. And then, when he finishes kissing her hand, he would reach up and kiss her forehead before letting sleep consume him completely.

He knows things will never go back to how it was. Like how his sight could never come back.

But it's okay.

Because even though he could no longer see, he could still play their piano with as much vigor as he had before. He could still cook breakfast for his wife on Sundays and could still move like he never lost his sight.

There are times when they make love that Lucy teases him to the point of blushing herself. She says he never misses and fails to make her feel excited and pleasured all at the same time. To which he would always reply that out of all the things he's good at, he's at his best when it comes to her body.

Their afternoons are always spent with her reading him a book, or with him just lying on their bed while she goes and sits at their windowsill.

Her cocoa drink is always a tad bit sweeter than how he likes his to be made.

He knows this because after Lucy takes the first sip of her drink, she would always come back in their room – bringing her drink along – and massages his scowl away.

Funny enough, she would always offer him her drink – even though she knows he would finish it off for her.

And he would simply smile after he's done.

There are also times when he would get up from the bed and walk across the room. He would always stop by the door and marvel at his wife's form - careful not to disturb her peace.

Gray also doesn't believe in miracles, but just this once, he would let himself believe it. Because for a few days now, he found out that his imagination pales in comparison to the real one, his wife has never been so beautiful in his eyes.

At last, he could see her smile.

But of course, he would never tell it to her – not yet anyway; especially when she herself still has a secret to share.

Gray smirks to himself when he sees Lucy sitting beside him, his eyes travelling down to her stomach.

Indeed, life has never been better.

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(End)

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hugs and kisses,

Fia