'Fallen Doves and Shades of Grey'
By Gretchen
5/10/01
I do not own the rights to Gundam Wing. Please don't
sue. But feel free to yell at me for messing up any of your
favourite characters. Yours truly, Gretchen.
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Dark blues and greys ran into the brilliant sunset as
night fell once again. He wasn't ready yet. Soon the
crickets would begin chirping, the moon would rise, the
sun would set, and it would all happen again. The stars,
cold, bitter, mocking him, would turn a million times in
the sky before he would see another day like this. He felt
swept up once more in the constant running of time and
space, turning, changing, never slowing down, only
running it's course. The water of a thousand pelting rains
would slowly eat away at this hill, at the earth, relentless.
There was nothing he could do. He didn't like that.
No man likes the thought of being powerless, but that
was all he could think of. For all the weapons and for all
the men he had at his disposal, he couldn't bring her back.
Beneath this soil her body lay, being slowly eaten by
earth and time. Every second the distance between them
increased. He could feel each moment eating away at the
last remnants of sanity and reason in his world. And, even
after all the threats he made, all freezing glares he had
sent her way, it was she who left him cold. She had left
him in the dark. She had left him. Sure, it was the war that
had killed her, the flying shrapnel that made her a martyr,
but it was by her will that she went. A dove flew in the
field of war and fell. It hurt the soldier. In the end, irony
breaks us all.
Darkness now had bled throughout the sky, and stars
shone through again. Morning came in all it's glory, and
had treated her well. He met her in afternoon, and it took
him 'till sunset to realise he loved her. And now the night
fell, and all he was left with was regret for the time he'd
missed. But, that's life. As short as it is, that's life. And,
with that, he went on.
