Disclaimer: I do not own GSD.
Okaay... It's Friday the Thirteenth and a day before Valentines Day. Why am I writing depressing stuff??? I don't know about you guys, but I find this really depressing. And i wrote it. I suck.
I sit on the window ledge, looking far out into the distance. The raindrops falling on the window pane sync to the beating of my quaking heart.
Where are you?
Are you ever coming back?
Did you leave me?
You promised...
I press my cheek against the cool glass. I can feel moisture on my face. I'm crying. It doesn't bother me anymore. I do it everyday.
I spot a figure. I don't look. It's never him.
He promised that he'll be back. He promised.
There's a knock on my door. My mind wanders back to the figure. For the first time in weeks, I allow myself to hope.
I open the door.
It's not him.
My heart clenches in disappointment, my whole world crashes down once more. I don't show it though. I'm through with emotions, sick of them.
I take a good look at the boy standing in front of me. Brown hair, yellow eyes. Couldn't be older than me.
I force myself to smile.
"What can I do for you?"
The boy doesn't smile back. I drop my smile.
"I was sent here from ZAFT, to tell you, he's dead."
I shoot him a small smile.
"Liar."
I shut the door. And somehow, I find my way back to the window ledge.
He couldn't be dead, could he?
As much as I don't want to believe it, a small part of me tells me that it's true.
I smile to myself.
"Liar," I repeat.
He isn't dead. He's on his way back. He promised me, and he always keeps his promises. Always.
I hear his whispers. He'll be back, right?
"Luna... Luna..."
Tears fall from my eyes once more. I still don't care.
Come back soon okay? I'll be waiting...