I do not own Gundam Seed and the title of this fanfiction is based on a song by Greenday.I have no intention of stealing anything so please do not sue. Thanks. And to the readers out there, please review. It would be very much appreciated.

"words in Italics" represents flashbacks.

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

by : Frost2light

I looked outside the window. It was night yet still they were not willing to tke a rest. The noises of things exploding and screams meant another was sacrificed for the cause. What is the cause? It had been so long nobody knows anymore. There was once peace, though it was not perfect but then people still felt. Nowadays, they were mere shells, empty, filled with nothingness and despair, shadows of what they were once. Hope was no longer evident anywhere. I turned away from the window and faced the familiar faces standing in front of me. They were people I had known since young, friends I would kill in order to protect. Athrun, Miri, Sai, Deakka, Rakus, Cagallin.

" It has started again. The peace treaty did not work. President Zara was not willing to apologize and the whole conference went down the shithole after that. Damn!" Deakka was the first one to break the silence in anger.

" What we had been doing is wasted! When is the President going to learn that war would not solve anything? Athrun, I thought your father had agreed to it? Why did he change his mind?" Sai turned to Athrun who was silent and sad.

" I would annihilate the natural people and start our own race. I will never forgive them for killing your mother. Do not blame me if you think I am heartless, my heart died the day your mother passed away. Why are you betraying her memory?"

" I am not the one betraying her. Would mother appreciate what you have been doing? How many other people's wives, husbands, children are you willing to kill? The death rate is increasing, but that would never bring mother back! "

" Your mother was a good person and look where she ended up. I'm what you call an evil man who wants to continue war but I'm still alive! What does that prove to you! This conversation is over. You betrayed your own father. I'm very disappointed in you, Athrun. Never come back, you are not welcome here. Go."

" Athrun? Athrun!" He looked up. His bluish green eyes were anguished, his grip on Cagallin strong. I knew what he was thinking about but I did not know what to say to make anything better. Betrayal, loss and pain seems to be the main themes of this war.

" Well what are we going to do now?" Miri asked moving instinctively closer to Deakka for support.

Silence met her question. Nobody knew what was still to be done. Hours, days followed by months and years have been used to fight and defend the ideals that supported the call for a truce between coordinators and the naturals. Yet, the dreams of peace and recovery are just broken dreams that shatter under too much hope. Many were sacrificed yet none was worth it. When would the fighting finally end? Peace seems like such a distant faraway thought that can only be accessed by sleep. Happiness is fast being replaced by sadness and grief. The cries and screams of the mortally wounded are constant reminders of what the world has become. Men created the coordinators and reveled in that victory. But in an ugly twist of fate, the creators and the created are now involved in a fatal battle in order to prove that they are stronger that the other. Earth resourses are dangerously thin and the air is polluted with the dangerous wastes of the war and neither the Naturals nor the Coordinators would be able to survive any longer if the current situation continues. Many leaders have protested and want to have peace but the clans are being led by ruthless people who think that war can only end if one is able to dominate the other. Soon, nothing would be left on earth and Plant except the dead and the boulevards of broken dreams.