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A/N: This chapter is an epilogue to the fic, it's a little short; the next ones are going to be a little longer.

Hope you like it, enjoy! ^_^

Chapter 1: Epilogue

If Only…

The clock in the main hall at the Khushrenada's mansion has just struck midnight when lady Une was walking down the hallway coming from the rose garden. It was a long night for her; it was Mariemaia's birthday, and everyone was there, it was just all very exhausting. Then, of course, she couldn't sleep thinking of Treize. Treize, how happy you would be, knowing that your daughter is getting older in a peaceful world you died creating.

How much has it been since she has last seen his face? A year and a half! She couldn't believe it; it felt much longer to her. It felt like it's been a life time that has gone by since the Tallgess exploded lightening up the battle sky with the brightest light.

When she saw it, she wanted to shout "Don't go!" but she was numb with pain. She spoke words that didn't seem to be coming from her throat, and somehow in the next few days and weeks she had gone through all the motion that was expected from her. It felt like an ugly dream, like none of it was actually happening, and she surrendered, she let go of everything and let the pain numb her, she didn't want to feel it, there was so much pain, so much pain for her to endure. Until she realized that the world needed her, the world that he left to protect needed someone who could be in his place, so she came back, and three weeks later she started the Preventers, with the help of Sally and Noin of course. Yet, there was something missing now. Something that meant everything to her. He had never left her mind for too long. He was there a thousand times a day, as she left for work, as she went in and out of meeting rooms, as she walked to conferences, or back to her car in the late afternoon. And when she reaches his estate every evening, it's like a knife cutting through her every time she walks in knowing he wouldn't be there.

She remembers the first day she got here after everything was settled, she started wondering through the corridors, thinking of him, aching for him, needing him. She wondered if she could live without him here, she had decided to be strong infront of everyone, but then, all what she could think of was Treize, she felt she has been strong for so long, and suddenly all that strength wasn't there anymore, she sat terrified that night, alone and frightened, like a small child, she let go of all her strength and wept, wept for the first time since she has lost him, it was the first time she feels she had really lost him, and that he won't come back, she wanted him so bad, she wanted to be with him, she wanted to tell him the things she had never said before. Why couldn't he stay? Why did she have to be the one to walk out of that war with the greatest loss of all? Everyone had their beloved ones with them, except for her. She refused to accept it for so long, but that night it seemed that reality decided to hit her in the face with one fact, Treize was dead, the man she loved and would give her life for was dead.

Of course, Wufei has apologized a thousand times of her when he joined the Preventers. He made her personal safety his first priority as if trying to make it up for her, surely he can be irritating sometimes, like when refusing to let her or Mariemaia go anywhere without a couple of Preventers on their backs, or even calling her in the most strangest times just to check they were okay, but it was his way of saying he was sorry, and she didn't try to upset him much. He was already feeling bad enough without her trying to refuse his help.

She tried to explain it to him a thousand times that Treize wanted it, that he wanted to end his life to save others', but he wouldn't listen, so she left as it was.

Why? Why did he have to do it? She had thought about this question hundred of times, and every time she does, she wishes that Libra's canon had ended her life when she tried to save him, or that Tobrev had aimed for her heart and ended all this suffering she's gone through after him. But it didn't; none of all those things killed her. She didn't die at that war because she still had things yet to do and that was one of the reasons she didn't try doing anything to herself to follow him. There are still things yet to be done.

It's not like she had never thought about it before; ending her life. She even asked Relena to take revenge on her for her father, it was a moment of weakness, she wanted to follow him so bad back then, yet Relena refused, and with her sweet and innocent heart, forgave her. Une had no idea how much she needed that forgiveness, she didn't realize it till Relena spoke the words infront of her, and then, the hardest part began; forgiving herself. It was the hardest thing she has done in all her life. It wasn't easy, but she managed to pull herself through, and here she was trying to correct it. And there was Mariemaia now. Thank God, she had her. She had been the only thing that made her want to keep going on; God knows how much they needed each other. Her pain was getting dimmer each day but not yet gone, and she suspected it never would. All she wanted to do was to continue her work and to raise his daughter, her daughter.

She used to think about him every night, about what he would think of the things she had done so far, and about how her life would be a lot different had he not died in that war. But this night was different, it made her realize that Mariemaia was not the only one who was getting older, but she was too, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt distant from her past life, her life during and before the war, it made her feel like it was someone else's life, not hers. The life when she was ready to kill for the man she's now raising his daughter, she was ready to kill people she now called friends, and for what?

Of course, she had never thought that Treize's goals were wrong, as she still believes now. She had always believed in him, in the ideals and dreams he had for this world, and –as she has always told herself- if she had the opportunity to do it all over again, she would have still chosen to serve him. The only difference now is that she would do things differently; she would never put people's life at stake, but if only…

After the party, she went to the only place that made her feel his presence; the rose garden. It was his favorite place, and so it became hers. She sat there in the place where he used to sit whenever she comes to see him. She used to do it a lot; she just liked the feeling of being able to remember her distanced memories. But it was getting colder, so she decided she would go to sleep, for the next day was going to be exhausting and she didn't want to fall asleep in a meeting or something.

Lady Une snapped out of her thoughts as she reached the corridor that led to her bedroom. She stopped and turned as she noticed a light coming after the next turn. She checked her watch. Who could be there? She thought, it's after midnight, and tonight was really exhausting; all the servants must have fallen asleep by now!

Anne skipped her bedroom and continued walking towards the light. We never use that corridor. Mariemaia and she don't use any other rooms in the mansion except those for need, it was a big house and Une hadn't yet found the time to discover every room there. Of course, there was another reason, but she would never admit it; she was scared of confronting the empty rooms, especially the ones that Treize used, she was scared that it would hurt her, or even worse; it would simply confirm his death as a fact, and she just wouldn't be able to handle it.

As she got closer to the door she managed to recognize it, it was Trieze's private study. He didn't use it much, but it was one of the rooms that she prevented even servants from getting into, she wanted everything to stay as it was.

She got to the slightly opened door, someone was definitely inside; she could hear the noise of someone sniffing through some papers. She felt her side for the gun she always kept on her. A thief, maybe? … No, what would a thief be doing in an old study?

She approached the door carefully to get the element of surprise by her side. Someone of those people she used to get threats from? Possibly… Well, whoever it was, if he thought he was going to come here to hurt her and her daughter, it would be the last thing he ever does…

"You better drop whatever in your hands right this instant." She said as she put the gun to his back.

He dropped the paper he was holding and raised his hands, he tried to turn but Une stopped him, "Don't you even dare!"

He looks some kind of familiar.

"Anne…" he said trying to turn again.

Une froze in place when she heard her name; it was… it was… But no one has called her that except for…Oh, No. it can't be… She must be seeing things… it can't be…

The man finally turned fully at her, he turned very slowly with his hands up. She took A few steps back with the gun still pointed at him, her look filled with nothing but horror.

"Anne, it's okay. It's me…" he said again getting closer to her as she just stepped further back.

"No, it can't be…" she said shaking her head." It can't be… he's dead… you're dead!" Her hands froze around the gun, she felt her legs trampling underneath her; she was falling.

"No! Anne!" that was the last thing she heard before she collapsed in his arms, she didn't faint for she was able to feel him near her, she simply fell.

When she was conscious enough of her surroundings, she knew she was on some sofa. He was sitting next to her.

"Stay laid back." He ordered when she tried lifting herself up.

She didn't resist and kept her head back.

"How?" was the only word she could really say, whispering.

"It's a long story." He told her with a faint smile, "I'm sorry I couldn't be here earlier."

She nodded.

"Is it really you?" the childish question went out of her mouth before she could stop it.

He smiled to her and took her hand. "Yes, Anne. It's me."

It must be a dream, something told her. She had dreamed about his return almost every night, but the image her mind usually made of him was a better shaped one; he looked so tired and skinny for the Treize she remembers. Apart from that, he looked exactly the same.

"We should get you to sleep now," he told her, "I'll tell you everything in the morning, I promise." he tried to help her stand.

Treize took Une's hand in his and led her up to her bedroom, and then to bed. She didn't let go of his hand till there, she didn't even dare to blink fearing he'd disappear. But when he tried to pull his hand from hers she didn't. "Don't... Don't go..." she whispered to him.

He smiled. God! How much it has been since she had last seen his smile? "Anne, I'm not going anywhere, I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." he squeezed her hand. "It's okay... its okay." he kept saying till she drifted into sleep.

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Another A/N :p : I started witting this fic as a one-shot about how Une was moving on after Treize, but I couldn't! Hehehehe, I guess I'm in love with him enough to do not even imagine the world without him! Xp

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