I dont own Gundam Wing, or any character that is in this fic ;; *shoots Bandai and Sunrise*
If ANYONE can guess the coupling in this fic, I will give them a prize!! Leave a review stating what you think the coupling is, what you wish to be called, and your email. If anyone guesses correctly you will recieve an e-mail from me telling me you've won, and I will write a GW fic for you where you think of the plot, whether you want it to be a songfic or whatever. (NO yaoi, yuri, or hentai) Good luck!
Thought
People think too much.
Plain and simple.
Especially those with a lot of time on their hands.
Not that I'm saying I have too much time on my hands, hell no. I'm in a fucking war for crying out loud. Thinking about things just gives me something to do between battles, sort of a way to get 'pumped up' if you like to put it that way.
People who constantly have their heads in the clouds, or dreaming bug the hell out of me. They should have more imortant things to think about.
Then again, it's plain human nature to think.
My lover loved to daydream all the time.
Although she was pretty much independent at the age of fifteen, she spent every spare moment she could find, staring at the clouds. I asked her once, why she daydreamed so much and she answered, 'thought is beautiful. It clears a cluttered mind.' She smiled and hugged me goodbye, before leaving.
That was the last time I ever held my little pixie in my arms.
I got a letter the next day, saying she had been killed. A hit-and-run car accident. I remember how the sorrow had consumed my heart and made an icy wall around it, daring anyone to break it down.
That wall is slowly melting away over time, but the mere mention of her name will add more to it. I was told later, she appeared to be lost in thought while crossing a busy intersection when the car struck.
Thought killed my pixie.
That is why people think too much.
*End*
If ANYONE can guess the coupling in this fic, I will give them a prize!! Leave a review stating what you think the coupling is, what you wish to be called, and your email. If anyone guesses correctly you will recieve an e-mail from me telling me you've won, and I will write a GW fic for you where you think of the plot, whether you want it to be a songfic or whatever. (NO yaoi, yuri, or hentai) Good luck!
Thought
People think too much.
Plain and simple.
Especially those with a lot of time on their hands.
Not that I'm saying I have too much time on my hands, hell no. I'm in a fucking war for crying out loud. Thinking about things just gives me something to do between battles, sort of a way to get 'pumped up' if you like to put it that way.
People who constantly have their heads in the clouds, or dreaming bug the hell out of me. They should have more imortant things to think about.
Then again, it's plain human nature to think.
My lover loved to daydream all the time.
Although she was pretty much independent at the age of fifteen, she spent every spare moment she could find, staring at the clouds. I asked her once, why she daydreamed so much and she answered, 'thought is beautiful. It clears a cluttered mind.' She smiled and hugged me goodbye, before leaving.
That was the last time I ever held my little pixie in my arms.
I got a letter the next day, saying she had been killed. A hit-and-run car accident. I remember how the sorrow had consumed my heart and made an icy wall around it, daring anyone to break it down.
That wall is slowly melting away over time, but the mere mention of her name will add more to it. I was told later, she appeared to be lost in thought while crossing a busy intersection when the car struck.
Thought killed my pixie.
That is why people think too much.
*End*