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Broken
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In the darkness of the hanger, she watched him as he tended to his Mobile Suit. In the midst of the crowd at the headquarters, he watched her, as she became oblivious to the world.
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It was Friday evening, and Lady Une lie in bed on her side, her eyes staring blankly at her nightstand. A picture.. A picture of Treize.. Milliardo at his side. They were both smiling, a rarity for the Lightning Count. It was hard to tell—who was Lady Une looking at?
Lady Une had become a shell of her former self. Her fervor and lust in life had passed ever since that dreadful day. She no longer even gave people the pleasure of a half-assed smile. It was as if a dark cloud traveled over her head constantly, a disease on her mood. Though she hid her pain well, there was always someone she couldn't hide anything from. This man..
Milliardo. He saw right through her wall. As his piercing blue eyes made contact with hers, he could skim the outline of her soul. He knew the pain she felt, but it was not as big or as heavy a burden on him. Treize had been a dear friend of his and his death brought him grief as well. Lady Une had lost a friend, a lover, and a companion, the very essence of her life. She lived for Treize, to please Treize. All of that was gone now.
Now she lived to make sure that no one would feel the pain she felt. But she lacked the passion that people such as Relena Peacecraft went about with when they did their duties. The Vice-Minister was always one to be sporting a happy countenance. Lady Une could no longer deal with the aura of joy that sprang from such people as the Vice-Minister.. or Quatre Winner. Duo Maxwell was also a strain on her heart.
Lady Une only identified with Heero Yuy and Milliardo Peacecraft. Heero and her had very different reasons to keep away from the blissful people, but it was still the same. Milliardo.. He was a different story. Lady Une never quite understood the way he felt, or why he felt the way he did. It seemed the only thing she knew about Milliardo was his name, and that he belonged to Lucrezia Noin. She wouldn't dare to try to approach Milliardo, for Noin and her had never been on 'good' friend terms.
She did, however, find her mind lingering to the ice blue eyes, to the platinum vale of hair. She never breathed a word of it to anyone, and hardly believed it herself. He was whom she lusted after, who she dreamt of being held by. It was ridiculous to her. Not only was he Noin's love interest, but also he had been a friend of Treize. She couldn't bring herself to grips with reality, that she had indeed been feeling these unbearable feelings of lust.. love…
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