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Authors Note: One-shot. Just experimenting with writing for these characters. PLEASE leave me feedback so I can improve, and write a quality fic. Thanks!
WARNING! SPOILERS!
The Revolution
by xDante
She knew the country was changing. But more then that, she knew the world was changing. She knew he would have been happy. He had wanted to change it, and, with her help, he had succeeded. But still, she felt unhappy. She was alone now, more so then she had been before V, or at least is seemed so. Because before, she had been alone. She just didn't realize how alone she was.
V was dead.
That truth left a deep wound, which, she had decided, was peculiar. She loved him, yes… she loved him. But she did not know who he was. She knew his cause, his idea, his mask, but not the man. She did not even know if there was a man to know. He had said something about a fire… And he had told her, before he died, that the face beneath the mask was not a reflection of himself. She now thought of him as a paradox. An unsolvable equation that was one part man, four parts idea. She had not come to this realization until after his death. How could she when she was slowly falling in love with the 'façade'?
She knew that he was genuine, but what she had loved about him was his strength and belief in his cause. She did not see that that was not all there was to him until he was gone. It seemed to her that he had wanted to keep her from falling in love with him by blocking out who he really was. Perhaps it would have worked better if he hadn't. Or perhaps not.
But now, everywhere she went, she sawthat familiar, smilingface. The face that was his true face, the face that he saidrepresented what he was. There were masks on doors, on fence posts, on mailboxes. There were huge, red, circled Vs across posters from before the revolution. The BTN now hosted a news show called VTV. The government was in shambles, all because of his mask. No… not his mask.
His face.