Disclaimer: I don't own anything of or in Gundam Wing. I do own Eya, who is
pretty much the only person in this short fic.
Author's note: This fic was inspired by Wishful Thinker's Gundam Wing poem "Drowning". I thank them. In this fic, Eya is drowning. This is in Eya's POV. I'm not completely sure why I wrote this.
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The plant is wrapping tighter around my leg. The surface seems so far away.
My lungs are starting to hurt. I need air. I can't reach it. Why aren't you here, Quatre? I think you and your friends could pull me out without any trouble. Or they could cut this plant that has wrapped itself around my legs. I'm not strong enough to break it.
I'm trying to kick for the surface, but I'm going no where. Why aren't you here?
My lungs feel like they're going to burst. I think my leg is turning blue from the plant. Oh well. It's not like there is any oxygen left for my blood to carry anyway.
I'm scared Quatre. I think I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Not without seeing you first. I know you don't want me to die. I just wish you were here to pull me to the surface.
Everything is going dark, Quatre. I wish you were here.
My life is flashing before my eyes. I can see my mom, she's singing to me. Now she is fading. I wish she would stay. Now I see two gravestones. One has my mom's name on it. The other has my dad's. Now I'm being pulled from another girl. She has blonde hair, like me. She is crying too. She is yelling my name. Please, don't go. I'm so scared, I don't want to be alone…
Now I'm running. I don't know where I'm going. All I know is that I'm never coming back. Now I'm meeting you at work in the construction site. We had fun that day, didn't we Quatre? Now we're at the park with the full moon. You were there for me then, why aren't you here now?
I can hear my own heartbeat. It's slowing down. I wish you were here, Quatre. Then I wouldn't be so scared.
My muscles are getting very sore. I feel very tired. I've stopped trying to reach the surface. I don't want to stop. But I'm just so tired…
I can feel myself starting to sink back to the bottom. I can't hear my heartbeat anymore. My eyes are closing. I wish you were here, Quatre.
My eyes aren't closed before I see two, no, three people dive in the water. One has a long brown braid. I can barely see it, but it's there. Another has black hair. I can see something shining in their hand. I think it's a knife. The other has brown hair too, but most of it is hanging over his left eye.
My eyes have closed, but I can feel two people pulling me up. One has a strong grip. I think it would have hurt if I wasn't so tired and cold. The other one is you. I can tell. The grip is more gentle.
I can feel myself going up. I hear you and your friend gasping for air. I break through to the surface too. But I don't gasp for air. I would, except I'm so tired. I can now hear your other three friends gasping for air. Now I'm being dragged to the shore. That's an awfully long swim. You won't make it, dragging me all the way.
Now all your friends are helping you. Oh. Now you should make it.
We finally reached the shore. I can hear you shouting something. Now I can feel your mouth sealing mine. You're trying to force air into my lungs.
Hello. I missed you.
You tried a few breaths. Now you're pushing on my chest, trying to make me exhale. But I'm not responding. My body is already shutting down.
You and your friends got me out of the water. I wanted to meet them.
You were there for me in the end, Quatre. But you were too late. At least you tried.
I can't hear anything anymore. I can't feel anything either.
I'm still scared. But I feel better now that I know you were there for me.
Goodbye. I'm going to miss you.
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Author's Note: Kinda depressing, I know. If I get enough reviews, I'll write a second chapter, in Quatre's POV. If I get even more, I'll write one from all the G-Boy's POV. It's all up to you.
Author's note: This fic was inspired by Wishful Thinker's Gundam Wing poem "Drowning". I thank them. In this fic, Eya is drowning. This is in Eya's POV. I'm not completely sure why I wrote this.
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The plant is wrapping tighter around my leg. The surface seems so far away.
My lungs are starting to hurt. I need air. I can't reach it. Why aren't you here, Quatre? I think you and your friends could pull me out without any trouble. Or they could cut this plant that has wrapped itself around my legs. I'm not strong enough to break it.
I'm trying to kick for the surface, but I'm going no where. Why aren't you here?
My lungs feel like they're going to burst. I think my leg is turning blue from the plant. Oh well. It's not like there is any oxygen left for my blood to carry anyway.
I'm scared Quatre. I think I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Not without seeing you first. I know you don't want me to die. I just wish you were here to pull me to the surface.
Everything is going dark, Quatre. I wish you were here.
My life is flashing before my eyes. I can see my mom, she's singing to me. Now she is fading. I wish she would stay. Now I see two gravestones. One has my mom's name on it. The other has my dad's. Now I'm being pulled from another girl. She has blonde hair, like me. She is crying too. She is yelling my name. Please, don't go. I'm so scared, I don't want to be alone…
Now I'm running. I don't know where I'm going. All I know is that I'm never coming back. Now I'm meeting you at work in the construction site. We had fun that day, didn't we Quatre? Now we're at the park with the full moon. You were there for me then, why aren't you here now?
I can hear my own heartbeat. It's slowing down. I wish you were here, Quatre. Then I wouldn't be so scared.
My muscles are getting very sore. I feel very tired. I've stopped trying to reach the surface. I don't want to stop. But I'm just so tired…
I can feel myself starting to sink back to the bottom. I can't hear my heartbeat anymore. My eyes are closing. I wish you were here, Quatre.
My eyes aren't closed before I see two, no, three people dive in the water. One has a long brown braid. I can barely see it, but it's there. Another has black hair. I can see something shining in their hand. I think it's a knife. The other has brown hair too, but most of it is hanging over his left eye.
My eyes have closed, but I can feel two people pulling me up. One has a strong grip. I think it would have hurt if I wasn't so tired and cold. The other one is you. I can tell. The grip is more gentle.
I can feel myself going up. I hear you and your friend gasping for air. I break through to the surface too. But I don't gasp for air. I would, except I'm so tired. I can now hear your other three friends gasping for air. Now I'm being dragged to the shore. That's an awfully long swim. You won't make it, dragging me all the way.
Now all your friends are helping you. Oh. Now you should make it.
We finally reached the shore. I can hear you shouting something. Now I can feel your mouth sealing mine. You're trying to force air into my lungs.
Hello. I missed you.
You tried a few breaths. Now you're pushing on my chest, trying to make me exhale. But I'm not responding. My body is already shutting down.
You and your friends got me out of the water. I wanted to meet them.
You were there for me in the end, Quatre. But you were too late. At least you tried.
I can't hear anything anymore. I can't feel anything either.
I'm still scared. But I feel better now that I know you were there for me.
Goodbye. I'm going to miss you.
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Author's Note: Kinda depressing, I know. If I get enough reviews, I'll write a second chapter, in Quatre's POV. If I get even more, I'll write one from all the G-Boy's POV. It's all up to you.