Wufei sighed. It had been two weeks since she had suddenly dissapeared from his life without a trace. Looking around the house as he got home from preventers, he realized how much he missed his loved one. The entire house was silent, as if under a kind of enchantment. He missed the loud music, the giggling, the clicking away of the keys of the computer keyboard as she typed away at her desk. He missed her high-pitched squealing and her teasing. But most of all, he missed her.
Her room was unusually clean. It almost looked un-occupied. He remembered how how he had gotten angry with her just before she left, and slammed her door. The crack was still there. Wufei allowed himself to sit on her bed. It smelt like her. The fragrance was sweet and tangy, and he loved it, though he would never admit it to her face. He loved the way her hair smelt, the way she walked, the way her kisses tasted... He leaned over and turned on the radio on the coffee table. It was set to her favorite radio station, and it was convieniently playing her favorite song. He sighed. He hadn't expected this depression that was rising inside of him. He didn't know where she had gone to, or why, but she had left them all behind.
And somehow, he felt it was his fault.
Was it his fault?
He remembered her expression the last time he'd seen her. She was angry. But there was always something about her he didn't quite understand. When she was angry, or happy, or sad...there was always that emotion in her eyes. He couln't quite read the expression. He imagined the way her face looked when she laughed. When she cried. When she cried...because of him.
He passed her mirror and peared into it. A weak man stood to face him. Sad as it was, this was who he was. He looked at his raven colored hair. He had it down, the way he knew she liked it. His shirt was open, the way he knew she liked it. He was wearing his big glasses. The ones she had insisted made him look "cute". He studied his reflection, staring at his features. His attention was caught by his dark brown eyes. He suddenly realized- His eyes wore the same expression hers did. It was an expression of longing, of fear. Of hate, and of undying love. It was the expression he saw most often when she was crying. When she was crying...because of him.
Because of him.
Was that why she left?
Because of him...
He shook his head and pounded his fist against the reflective glass. It shattered, and cut his hand. 'Weak man...you've broken my mirror...And you're bleeding. Come here and I'll bandage it for you.'
He heard the voice of the girl he longed for. For the first time in his life, he admitted that he was lonely. Lonely because she left. Lonely because she was gone. He made a promise to himself. When he found her, he'd take her up in his arms, and kiss her like he'd always longed to do. He'd hold her in his arms, and whisper all the things he'd longed to whisper to her. He'd look into her eyes, and he'd tell her he loved her.
He promised himself.
If...
If he ever found her.
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The End
Her room was unusually clean. It almost looked un-occupied. He remembered how how he had gotten angry with her just before she left, and slammed her door. The crack was still there. Wufei allowed himself to sit on her bed. It smelt like her. The fragrance was sweet and tangy, and he loved it, though he would never admit it to her face. He loved the way her hair smelt, the way she walked, the way her kisses tasted... He leaned over and turned on the radio on the coffee table. It was set to her favorite radio station, and it was convieniently playing her favorite song. He sighed. He hadn't expected this depression that was rising inside of him. He didn't know where she had gone to, or why, but she had left them all behind.
And somehow, he felt it was his fault.
Was it his fault?
He remembered her expression the last time he'd seen her. She was angry. But there was always something about her he didn't quite understand. When she was angry, or happy, or sad...there was always that emotion in her eyes. He couln't quite read the expression. He imagined the way her face looked when she laughed. When she cried. When she cried...because of him.
He passed her mirror and peared into it. A weak man stood to face him. Sad as it was, this was who he was. He looked at his raven colored hair. He had it down, the way he knew she liked it. His shirt was open, the way he knew she liked it. He was wearing his big glasses. The ones she had insisted made him look "cute". He studied his reflection, staring at his features. His attention was caught by his dark brown eyes. He suddenly realized- His eyes wore the same expression hers did. It was an expression of longing, of fear. Of hate, and of undying love. It was the expression he saw most often when she was crying. When she was crying...because of him.
Because of him.
Was that why she left?
Because of him...
He shook his head and pounded his fist against the reflective glass. It shattered, and cut his hand. 'Weak man...you've broken my mirror...And you're bleeding. Come here and I'll bandage it for you.'
He heard the voice of the girl he longed for. For the first time in his life, he admitted that he was lonely. Lonely because she left. Lonely because she was gone. He made a promise to himself. When he found her, he'd take her up in his arms, and kiss her like he'd always longed to do. He'd hold her in his arms, and whisper all the things he'd longed to whisper to her. He'd look into her eyes, and he'd tell her he loved her.
He promised himself.
If...
If he ever found her.
~~
The End