Miracle for Meryl
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or any of the characters..*sniff* this little story is for non-profit entertainment purposes only! *sob*
A/N: This story, to some of you readers, may seem quite impossible. Well, now it isn't! _ Please try to be nice, I don't like flames! Oh, yeah, this story takes place in the future, after Trigun ended, and Milly is well.she isn't there. Wolfwood, even though he plays no actual part in the story, did NOT die! He also isn't *sob* there. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my non-profit fic and my incoherent ramblings! ^_^;
Have a nice day! Jazz *** * *** * *** * *** * ***
Prologue
Strange, that was all she could think of to explain what was happening. Maybe unordinary or bizarre would do the trick too, but the main point was that is was down right impossible.
People grow, age and then eventually die. Humans die quicker than the plants, but the plants still die. Everything eventually gets to tired to go on, and finally shut down. Everyone aged, that was an agreement with god, but just at different.times? An insect lived for a very short amount of time, a small plant (which was very rare) would not live for long, and a human, person, would die too. Plants were the longest living things she had ever encountered. They had a life span much longer than any humans.
So, if she was a human, how come she hadn't died yet? Wait, she didn't want to die, but it seemed like the most natural thing to do when you were as old as her. Human's lived this long, but they aged, the matured, their faces and body grew wrinkly, they lost their speed, eyesight, hearing and their hair greyed. So, why had none of this happened to her?
"Senpai," Milly had said to her over forty years ago, "Senpai, for you and Mr.Vash, there is always a miracle."
The wisdom in those words, the hope had almost made her want to die. Her best friend was growing old. She was seventy with one daughter. Wolfwood was an old man, still puffing his cigarettes for all they were worth.
She had swallowed miserably, and smiled painfully at her old friend. Milly, however would not have her sadness.
She had smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she sat beside Wolfwood on their couch, "Senpai, I do not want you to be sad for me." She had held her hand out to her, and beckoned for her to take it, "I have lived my life long and happy. Nicholas has stayed by my side. I have a daughter now looking older than yourself." Milly had squeezed her hand tightly as tears had appeared in her eyes, "I want you to be happy, do not cry. Feel only happiness as we pass away and think of your own happiness. You must find your own happiness."
Those words had imprinted themselves into she mind. Milly and Wolfwood's only daughter looked old. She was close to fifty. Her name was Mere, partly after herself. Mere understood her mother's best friend would not age, and accepted the fact even with her own kids. She was left to watch in inner torment as three generations flew past her eyes.
Milly had died shortly after telling her to find her happiness. Wolfwood had stood beside her at his wife's grave for such a long time, it seemed like forever. He was probably the only one to understand her pain. She had stared at the tombstone blankly until the old man beside her turned slowly.
"Meryl, Milly wanted you to find your happiness." He leaned on his cane, and the woman beside him could see the younger man her once was, "Go, and find it before you end up killing yourself."
Her throat had burned, her eyes were blurry. She had clenched her teeth to stop the pain. She had replied with a sad smile, "I will, Wolfwood, I will."
She had turned from the grave and let her feet carry her away. She left that place the next day, with a sad and brief good-bye to Wolfwood before heading onto a bus that would take her to July. She needed to get away.
Over the next two years, she found a small house in July. Well it was more of an apartment. All she needed to do was settle the score with her inner demons before setting out once and for all to find her happiness. She worked in a small café, just off of a busy street. She needed to keep busy, just to keep the sorrow and pain away.
News of Wolfwood's death came to her by mail not two months later. She had smiled sadly at the letter she had received to attend his funeral. Milly and Wolfwood could finally be together again. She attended the funeral with a light heart, and cried only once, when it was finally over. Mere had told her children, now grown ups that Meryl would not age, just as Milly had told her daughter when the question popped up.
"No, she will not age. She is waiting for happiness to come, so a miracle was granted for her." Those words were mirrored by Mere just as Milly had said them.
She had left the town shortly after Wolfwood was reunited with Milly in the afterlife. Heading back to her own apartment in July, she decided once and for all to go find what Milly and Wolfwood had both begged her to do. She was going to find happiness. And there was only one way to get it. She had to find someone very dear to her. Someone who she hadn't seen in over fifty years.
He was rumored to be alive still, so he hadn't been shot yet. Yes, all she had to do was find the man her heart had been longing to be given to. She would not age, just like him, not until she found him. Maybe even then, she would not die. All she needed to do was find Vash the Stampede.
She headed out from July, intent on finding him. She would not return there, too many people would notice that she hadn't aged any over the years. She would head out and find Vash, just like Milly had asked. She would find her happiness, just as Wolfwood had told her to do. She would not age, no not yet. She wouldn't age even after she found him. No, she wouldn't die yet; Meryl Stryfe wasn't going that easily.
* *** * *** * So.how was it? Yes, I know it was a short Prologue, and I hope you aren't too confused. I never actually meant for this to be sad, so I hope you don't start crying too much. But I can say, if you cant handle the depression, it might get worse _ Anyhoo, please review, it would make me very happy!
Jazz out!
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or any of the characters..*sniff* this little story is for non-profit entertainment purposes only! *sob*
A/N: This story, to some of you readers, may seem quite impossible. Well, now it isn't! _ Please try to be nice, I don't like flames! Oh, yeah, this story takes place in the future, after Trigun ended, and Milly is well.she isn't there. Wolfwood, even though he plays no actual part in the story, did NOT die! He also isn't *sob* there. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my non-profit fic and my incoherent ramblings! ^_^;
Have a nice day! Jazz *** * *** * *** * *** * ***
Prologue
Strange, that was all she could think of to explain what was happening. Maybe unordinary or bizarre would do the trick too, but the main point was that is was down right impossible.
People grow, age and then eventually die. Humans die quicker than the plants, but the plants still die. Everything eventually gets to tired to go on, and finally shut down. Everyone aged, that was an agreement with god, but just at different.times? An insect lived for a very short amount of time, a small plant (which was very rare) would not live for long, and a human, person, would die too. Plants were the longest living things she had ever encountered. They had a life span much longer than any humans.
So, if she was a human, how come she hadn't died yet? Wait, she didn't want to die, but it seemed like the most natural thing to do when you were as old as her. Human's lived this long, but they aged, the matured, their faces and body grew wrinkly, they lost their speed, eyesight, hearing and their hair greyed. So, why had none of this happened to her?
"Senpai," Milly had said to her over forty years ago, "Senpai, for you and Mr.Vash, there is always a miracle."
The wisdom in those words, the hope had almost made her want to die. Her best friend was growing old. She was seventy with one daughter. Wolfwood was an old man, still puffing his cigarettes for all they were worth.
She had swallowed miserably, and smiled painfully at her old friend. Milly, however would not have her sadness.
She had smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she sat beside Wolfwood on their couch, "Senpai, I do not want you to be sad for me." She had held her hand out to her, and beckoned for her to take it, "I have lived my life long and happy. Nicholas has stayed by my side. I have a daughter now looking older than yourself." Milly had squeezed her hand tightly as tears had appeared in her eyes, "I want you to be happy, do not cry. Feel only happiness as we pass away and think of your own happiness. You must find your own happiness."
Those words had imprinted themselves into she mind. Milly and Wolfwood's only daughter looked old. She was close to fifty. Her name was Mere, partly after herself. Mere understood her mother's best friend would not age, and accepted the fact even with her own kids. She was left to watch in inner torment as three generations flew past her eyes.
Milly had died shortly after telling her to find her happiness. Wolfwood had stood beside her at his wife's grave for such a long time, it seemed like forever. He was probably the only one to understand her pain. She had stared at the tombstone blankly until the old man beside her turned slowly.
"Meryl, Milly wanted you to find your happiness." He leaned on his cane, and the woman beside him could see the younger man her once was, "Go, and find it before you end up killing yourself."
Her throat had burned, her eyes were blurry. She had clenched her teeth to stop the pain. She had replied with a sad smile, "I will, Wolfwood, I will."
She had turned from the grave and let her feet carry her away. She left that place the next day, with a sad and brief good-bye to Wolfwood before heading onto a bus that would take her to July. She needed to get away.
Over the next two years, she found a small house in July. Well it was more of an apartment. All she needed to do was settle the score with her inner demons before setting out once and for all to find her happiness. She worked in a small café, just off of a busy street. She needed to keep busy, just to keep the sorrow and pain away.
News of Wolfwood's death came to her by mail not two months later. She had smiled sadly at the letter she had received to attend his funeral. Milly and Wolfwood could finally be together again. She attended the funeral with a light heart, and cried only once, when it was finally over. Mere had told her children, now grown ups that Meryl would not age, just as Milly had told her daughter when the question popped up.
"No, she will not age. She is waiting for happiness to come, so a miracle was granted for her." Those words were mirrored by Mere just as Milly had said them.
She had left the town shortly after Wolfwood was reunited with Milly in the afterlife. Heading back to her own apartment in July, she decided once and for all to go find what Milly and Wolfwood had both begged her to do. She was going to find happiness. And there was only one way to get it. She had to find someone very dear to her. Someone who she hadn't seen in over fifty years.
He was rumored to be alive still, so he hadn't been shot yet. Yes, all she had to do was find the man her heart had been longing to be given to. She would not age, just like him, not until she found him. Maybe even then, she would not die. All she needed to do was find Vash the Stampede.
She headed out from July, intent on finding him. She would not return there, too many people would notice that she hadn't aged any over the years. She would head out and find Vash, just like Milly had asked. She would find her happiness, just as Wolfwood had told her to do. She would not age, no not yet. She wouldn't age even after she found him. No, she wouldn't die yet; Meryl Stryfe wasn't going that easily.
* *** * *** * So.how was it? Yes, I know it was a short Prologue, and I hope you aren't too confused. I never actually meant for this to be sad, so I hope you don't start crying too much. But I can say, if you cant handle the depression, it might get worse _ Anyhoo, please review, it would make me very happy!
Jazz out!