White Flags
by: thelifethatneverends
disclaimer: if it was mine, i wouldn't be writing fanfiction. i would be out spending all my gazillions.
author's note: i got really bored yesterday (at around 6AM) with my friends fake break up. quite annoying, but quite interesting. so anyway, that is why i wrote this, i was extremely bored.
"I'm sorry." said a dark haired man.
The woman he was talking to did not reply.
The man and woman stood there, watching time. His apology to her was endearing and expected, but that may be what she hated the most about him, his predictability. He was always the first to apologize, she was always the last to forgive, and in a sense, they were both predictable. He made her the thing she most hated, yet she still loved him. But love cannot change reality, as much as she wished for it.
Nothing was worth ruining their relationship, angry politicians and people can just go. Despite all the people against them together, he had to fight, for them. For a chance. "We can work through this." he pleaded despite her silence, "We always have, just forgive me. I'll accept responsibility, for everything. Just talk to me."
His sincerity was contagious, in the worst way.
"I really don't know what to say." she said, looking into his eyes, waiting for something, anything, telling him the truth.
"Say you'll forgive me."
"But that won't change anything. I still won't be able to let this all go."
"Don't let this go. Don't let us go."
She paused as a pregnant silence drew around them. "I don't want to,"
The man felt a smudge of hope. She was everything to him, and that might have been the problem. She was his world, but he was not hers. He couldn't even claim a country. But it did not matter, as long as he was with her, as long as she was his.
She continued, "but I should. We have to do what is expected of us, our duties, our promises."
Through his desperation, he grew angry. Angry at the circumstances, the turmoil with their races, their obligations and her determination to do whatever it is that keeps them from being them.
"Fuck that. Fuck everything." he screamed at her, losing himself, "Forget what's right, forget what we have to do. Just think of me, only me, only us."
Then their eyes met, and he knew. This was one fight he was going to lose. She could never be his when she belonged to the memory of her deceased father and her vow for a better world, so their future can have what she could never. So their future would never have to make the decision she was making now.
"Cagalli, please." he urged, weakly, still not willing to give up, "Cagalli, just, please."
She dropped her glaze so he would not see her in her moment of weakness.
"Forgive me, Athrun."
She lifted her head up once more to look at him, and he could see that this was not any easier for her as it is for him. A single tear trailed down her cheek, as he looked on, helplessly, wishing. The little white flag in her head proposed an uneven truce, to yield to greater powers. Their life was not just theirs, their world cannot only be of each other, love really does not conquer all.
Finding his voice, he tried to comfort her. "There is nothing for me to forgive." He said quietly, just wanting her to be happy as he brought her into a hug he was sure to regret. Her body tightened as they touched, and through her harsh whimpers, he heard a trail of sorry, sorry, apologizes.
And he just held her, knowing he had to let her go.
END