OK Guys. I have no clue why I wrote this, but its...different! ^_^;;
All daylight had long been gone, and he began to feel the chill of night slowly submerse his body. But it did not bother him.
He hugged the jacket draping his shoulders closer to his body, to preserve what little warmth was left inside of him. He opened his eyes to observe the setting he had spent most of the day observing, sitting in that same spot, in quiet contemplation.
"You did it Heero. You did this. You had no valid reasons, and that is what shakes me to the core." he thought coldly as he squeezed his eyes shut, in an effort to prevent any tears. But the very tears he made an effort to prevent, were fighting to fall because of him, he realized.
"May as well be me in that grave. The person lying in it, dead," he spat the word from his mind as if it were bitter as the tormenter he convicted, "is more innocent than me."
He turned on his side as the chill of the earth nipped through his clothing. A slight breeze ran over his body, and through his long chestnut braid, as he sighed and ached for answers. He had ached for the same answers all day.
"Why Heero, why?" he asked aloud to whomever could hear, as he stared at the name on the grave stone:
Relena Peacecraft - AC 180 - AC 195
The graves were hauntingly cradled by the light of the full moon, and since most visibillity had diminished, he closed his eyes. He had arrived there at dawn, and he would not leave. Not until he knew.
All daylight had long been gone, and he began to feel the chill of night slowly submerse his body. But it did not bother him.
He hugged the jacket draping his shoulders closer to his body, to preserve what little warmth was left inside of him. He opened his eyes to observe the setting he had spent most of the day observing, sitting in that same spot, in quiet contemplation.
"You did it Heero. You did this. You had no valid reasons, and that is what shakes me to the core." he thought coldly as he squeezed his eyes shut, in an effort to prevent any tears. But the very tears he made an effort to prevent, were fighting to fall because of him, he realized.
"May as well be me in that grave. The person lying in it, dead," he spat the word from his mind as if it were bitter as the tormenter he convicted, "is more innocent than me."
He turned on his side as the chill of the earth nipped through his clothing. A slight breeze ran over his body, and through his long chestnut braid, as he sighed and ached for answers. He had ached for the same answers all day.
"Why Heero, why?" he asked aloud to whomever could hear, as he stared at the name on the grave stone:
Relena Peacecraft - AC 180 - AC 195