Hola, all of y'all fanfic obsesso's. This a short lil' fic I just created to keep myself entertained. Y'all might just like it! I know a lot of you Gundam peeps out there don't really like the Relena/Heero love fics. Welpers this one's just a lil' different. So read it, and you might just like 'er.

He opened the door into his dark room. So dark, always so dark. He walked in and there it was. A white sheet of paper lying on his bed. A handwritten letter. He picked it up. It was addressed to him.

"What the hell?" He said, and began to read.

Dear Heero, I've decided to finish the job for you. I'm going to kill myself. In so many ways I feel that my death would help a good many. I'm not fit to rule, and not fit to live. I can make a million excuses to find reason for this action, but I know what I really am. I am a coward to my own cause. I am taking the easiest way out I know, and that is death. It seems a bit odd that out of nowhere I'd wish to kill myself doesn't it? Oh well, all things are crazy these days. I know I've become insane in my own way.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I clung to you with a vice-like grip when you only wanted me away from you. I'm sorry that I couldn't help the Gundams more. I'm sorry that I was so weak. I got in your way, more than once.

I want you to let my brother know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't have a chance to know him better. He is much more honorable then I could ever wish to be, and it is he who should carry on the Peacecraft name. Tell him that I'm sorry I have become such a coward. I feel, however, that if I end my life, I will end future conflicts.

Oh, if ony I could see you once more. I wouldn't mind that your gun would be pointed at my face, or the fact that you never cared. I know that I did. I hate how your life has been shaped into what it has become. I hate the fact of what they've done to you. I wish that you and the other Gundam pilots could for once just be able to be kids. I knew that life once, it was wonderful. You have never been able to experience that freedom though. I'm so sorry Heero.

Well, I believe that my goodbyes are at an end. There's only one more thing that I can do, and that is to end my life. I will endure that path alone. Perhaps I can tell you one more thing, if you don't mind.

I hope you won't mind. Heero, I love you. I said that so easily, yet it took so much of my courage to put my feelings on this paper. I thought that you should know how I felt, after all, you were the one who was to kill me. I know that my love is and always will be unrequieted. To you I'll always be a weak, annoying, and overly curious girl who is too stubborn to back down from anything. I think that you are right to think that. After all, I'm too stuborn to back down from this. I will end my life.

There, I've said all I must, and now I conclude.

Goodbye Heero, be strong as always, and forever and a day I'll think about you, even after my life is over,

Relena

His eyes wide, he frantically looked around his room. As if hoping for an absolution, a simple anwer to why. He was alone though, and his room was very dark. He sat down on his bed, absorbing the silence. Suddenly he realized that his heart was beating rapidly and he put a hand to his chest. His breathing was quickening to short gasps. Suddenly a tear, then another. He shook his head and lied down, one arm over his eyes. He clutched the note in his hand. It felt so fragile, so easy to destroy. And that he would. He ripped it up, as if by destroying the note, he could stop what had happened.

He didn't know what to think anymore. Why? Why? The word rolled through his head a million times, with a million different reasons. Why had she done it? Why was he sad? Why was everything so wrong? Why, why, why?

He sat up on his bed and stared into the darkness that he had always welcomed before. He welcomed it now more than ever, because to him the darkness was a mirror of his soul.

All she was, he thought, was one more casualty in this damn war. Just another casualty.

He stood up and walked out the door, to his next mission. The note lay in several pieces on his bed.

The window had been left open, and a gentle wind lifted the remains of the letter off of his bed, sweeping them around and scattering them like fluttering birds all over his room. They fell softly to the floor, like gentle tears. The tears he wouldn't admit that he had shed.

::Sigh:: That's it. ~JZero