A/N: Hi there, this is a shameless apology one shot for all those reading 'The Scars We Hide' and 'GS: The Veiled light.' I promise they have not been forgotten and as soon as I can, I will be updating.
Summary: The war was over but life was not easy. They had to work hard at normal.
Identity
Murrue knew life after war was never easy. She also knew that after living through two wars, that life would be just as difficult, if not more so.
Some still had not accepted the change. They still didn't understand how important it was for Naturals and Coordinators to coexist peacefully. Even now, ZAFT, Orb and the Earth Alliance, all contained their own renegade groups.
Despite the negativity still going on in the world, Murrue had so much to be grateful for, even if it was a struggle.
She was alive. Most of the ones she cared for, were alive. They were fighting that much harder to keep this new fragile peace...and she had him back. Her lost love.
It was both hard and easy, the two of them going back to the way things had once been. The love was easy (loving each other had never been too hard) and it was merely growing stronger by the day.
The nightmares made it hard...not for Murrue, but for Mu, whose memories of torture and a stolen identity, made life a little more troubling.
Some days were easy. They had everyday activities to keep them busy, Mu helping Cagalli reform Orb and Murrue helping Caridad Yamato at Reverand Malchios orphanage. They would eat together at lunch if they could and would always be home for dinner. These days were bliss and appreciated.
Some days were worse. Some days, Mu woke up shaking and sweating so badly that Murrue feared he was having a seizure. Some nights he could not sleep for hours and spent the time watching the sea ebb back and forth...and there were the days when he would not answer when she called, those day when she had to call him 'Neo' just to get his attention.
These days were rough but not unbearable.
Murrue loved Mu and truly, at the end of the day, that was all that mattered to her.
So she fought through the hard times and comforted when she could. She accepted all he had to offer and all the attempts he made to show how much he cared.
Murrue treasured the gift she had been given, battered though it may be.
...it was better than not having him at all.
A/N: This piece was written quite spontaneously, so I'm sorry if it doesn't truly make much sense..even the title doesn't seem to fit...oh well.