Disclaimer: I don't own gundam seed… sad face!

This little piece is based off of that part of gundam seed destiny where Athrun and Cagalli meet on those rocks and Cagalli asks Athrun to come back with her. I can't remember what number that one was. But yeah, just a little background there.

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It Takes Two

She looks at me with big brown eyes; glassy and filled with an iron-cast emotion. Tears begging to be shed shine in them as she stands before me, pleading me to stay. Her shoulders, weak with a submissive slope, seem to waver with all of the pressure I know she must be feeling. Her lips tremble with confusion and with loss; it's as if she already knows what my answer will be, and yet hopes that she is wrong. A deep, burning desire in her to be wrong; to have judged me incorrectly. A deep need for me to stay.

On her outstretched finger is the ring. The beautiful ring I gave her when I promised her my love. It twinkles in the sunlight for a moment, as if it too is sending out pleas for me to come back. I can see our life, reflected in that shining metal. All our dreams, all our desires.

All of us.

And yet, I look into her eyes, and I see the guilt that is buried there. Guilt for her weakness that almost let her become another man's bride. Guilt at her lack of understanding, and her lack of comprehension of the situation that escalated; only to realize that she has come to her senses too late.

I am not without flaws myself. I have walked the path of guilt, and I know how much it burns. I killed in the name of justice, and I nearly murdered a cherished friendship. I know how much happiness forgiveness can bring, and I know that over time broken relations can be healed.

But I think of him. I think of him and imagine him holding her, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. I imagine his disgusting lips placed on hers, his dirty hands touching her. I imagine him holding her hand at the ceremony, his hideous touch marring her hands and feeling her skin. I think of all these things, and anger floods my soul in an uncontrollable wave of hurt and betrayal.

In this, I am brutually reminded that it takes two to hold hands. It takes two to marry. It takes two to kiss.

I am reminded that she let him do this.

And there are some things that not even I can forgive.