Okay, before the fic begins, there are a few points I need to go over:
1. I haven't written anything in a long time so this is a one shot thing, easing me back into the world of fanfiction.
2. I own nothing with this fic, not even the carton of eggnog.
3. Wufei gets such a bad rep.
4. There are only 4 or so angsty romance fics with Wufei.
5. His past makes him the way he is, he can't help it.
Wufei: Hey!
Author: It's the truth.
Quatre: Sorry, but I'm siding with her.
Author: Good choice!
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I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears
and if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
because your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone
"So this is Christmas," I
sigh, kicking an empty eggnog carton aside. "Duo, you'll be feelin'
it later," I mutter under my breath. The sleeping boy just gurgles, rubs across
the cream colored crust on his chin, and rolls over on the couch. Quatre plays Canon in D on the piano between cups of hot
cocoa graciously supplied by Trowa. Heero sits on the floor clicking away on his laptop. I sigh
and walk out to sit on the front porch.
These wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
Our footprints gleam in the lamplight and our snowman grins stupidly at me. Memories flood back of our first meeting that day in the field. We were supposed to get married; the whole thing was arranged by our family. It wasn't love that bound us, but instead, it was tradition.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your
tears
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
When we first met, a few things were said, and we ended up arguing in the rain. You yelled at me, and I kicked you down, but something about you was binding us together. As much as I didn't want to admit it, it was love.
You used to captivate me
by your resonating light
but now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
I sigh and put my head in my hands.
"Wufei," I hear your voice on the wind.
"I'm going crazy," I mutter
to myself, but I know that you will haunt me again, as you have night after
night, week after week, and month after month since the day you died.
These wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
It seems like it is almost
too much. If only you hadn't tried to
prove yourself to me. If only I had listened to you. If only I hadn't been such
an obstinate pig.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your
tears
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
and I've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me
You
just had to go prove yourself to me. Because I called you weak, you took the
mobile suit to prove yourself to me. It was sweet how you tried to save the
flowers. When you fell, I carried you back to the flowers and there you died in
my arms. At the funeral, I picked one of
those flowers and put it in your hair.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
I walk back inside, finally at peace with myself because even though your dead and I've felt so alone, you've been walking with me all along.