Vash the Stampede.

Ack, how it pained me to remember that blonde idiot's name. So incredibly stupid, yet so incredibly charming all at the same time. I never thought I'd say this until now, but I have to admit, I do miss him.

Sometimes at night I'd stay awake in my bed, thinking about him. His voice would sometimes pop up into my head, or his face would appear right in front of my eyes and I would have to shut them tightly to make the image go away. At night when I did sleep he was in my dreams, always near by, like he used to be. If I got any sleep I would wake up during the night more than once and have to take a breather outside before I could go and sleep again.

It wasn't the same after he left. When he left, so did Milly. I don't think I've seen her in quite a while, ever since I quit my job at Bernardelli. She doesn't come around the apartment like she used to, but then again I don't go over and see her either, do I?

I was supposed to go grocery shopping this afternoon, but I didn't. For one thing I felt to tired to go out. For another I spent most my money on donuts, or what I like to call depressants. I bought a box of twenty-four this morning at around ten o' clock. I think I had thrown the empty box away at about ten forty-five.

But I guess that's just self-pity.

I haven't seen Vash in five months. Milly and I felt so wonderful when we broke to that water well after Vash went to fight Knives we actually had a hope he would return to us, but as you see, it's five months later and I haven't heard so much as a rumor of him being in any other town.

And December wasn't really a place to keep gossip quiet.

I'm standing at the window now, and the moons are shining brightly on the town. Looking up at them I still see that big crater the Vash caused. This is making me remember what the Bernardelli Insurance Agency called Vash . . . Mankind's First Official Human Disaster . . . This was only partly true. He was the only man in history to blow apart two towns, but he really wasn't that bad. And Milly and I had discovered with a little bit of help that none of that was Vash's fault . . . In fact, it was his twin brother and his acomplis, Knives and Legato.

I'll never forget the look on Vash's face when he killed Legato . . . That look of terror, shock, and shame . . . Ashamed that he had killed someone . . . It was a normal, every-day thing to kill someone on this planet, but not for him. I would probably never forget the look on his face- happy or sad- when he killed Knives, but I haven't seen him since before he left, so I really wouldn't know.

I don't even know if he killed Knives. I don't know if he killed Knives, Knives killed him, or both. I don't know what happened between Milly and Wolfwood, Hell, I don't even know who killed Wolfwood, let alone how he died.

But Vash . . . I don't wanna know what happened to him . . . If he doesn't care enough to come back and let me know if he's alive or not then to Hell with him . . . I just don't know anything about him anymore . . . I don't know anything about him . . . Vash the Stampede.

Author's Notes: My first Trigun fic thing, and it's a one-shot about Vash from Meryl's POV. R/R, tell me what you think!