*Indicates thinking
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Almost A Mistake
Chapter 1
He reads the article in the newspaper over again carefully, making sure
this wasn't some kind of a nightmare.
Duo stands across from him, watching his eyes which hadn't left the
paper since he had handed it to him. "I'm sorry, buddy. I guess she just
couldn't wait any longer." Duo says, placing a hand on Heero's shoulder.
Heero rips the picture of Relena and her husband-to-be into shreds,
watching the pieces of paper drop slowly to the floor of his apartment.
He finally looks up at the others, all four of them staring at the paper
he had just torn. Trowa and Wufei look at him, not knowing what to say
because they know how hard it is to sympathize with him.
Quatre's voice breaks the silence. "Heero, do you want to be alone?"
"What makes you think I care about this? She'll be happier with him."
Heero says, not making eye contact with anyone.
"She's hasn't been happy. She invited us over to her mansion a month
ago because she said she wanted to see us, but all she asked about was
you. It's not like she just forgot about you after she never saw you
again." Quatre says.
"Well, she's happy now, isn't she?" Heero asks, his voice getting a
little louder. He flops down on his couch and stares up at the ceiling.
"You'll never admit it, will you?" Duo asks, sitting in a chair.
"Admit what?" Heero says, his eyes still remaining emotionless.
"You love her, Heero. You're just afraid to admit it... See you later."
Duo says as he gets up and heads torward the door.
The others leave too, and Quatre speaks before shutting the door. "Let
us know if you need anything. Bye, Heero."
As soon as the door closes, Heero completely lets everything go. He
wasn't just sad because of this moment, but because he should be used to
being alone by now. He had been alone most of his life. *But what do I
do? I reject everyone. They call me a friend, yet most of the time I
treated them all as an annoyance to me.* Anyone could look into his eyes
and see the pain he was feeling at that moment. *So what if I don't admit
my feelings for her? It's too late now anyway. I should have told her
sooner...*
His thoughts are interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. He quickly
jumps up off the couch and runs to a mirror, making sure there was no
trace of the tears that had trickled from his eyes. He takes a deep
breath, calming himself, and then he opens the door.
"Heero, hi...Are you doing OK?" Catherine asks, carrying in a bowl of
soup. Hilde, Sally, and Dorothy come in behind her. "I heard what
happened."
"Nothing happened. I'm fine." Heero says flatly, crossing his arms.
You couldn't tell by looking at him now that something was wrong. "I've
had enough sympathy that I don't need for one day. I don't need you
here."
Hilde hugs him and pats him on the back. "Sorry, Heero, but can you
just shut up and let us try to be nice to you?"
Heero doesn't say anything, but keeps his arms crossed and reluctantly
sits when Sally pushes him down into a chair.
"Soup?" Catherine asks, motioning torward the bowl she had set beside
him. When he doesn't respond, she bends down and picks up the spoon.
"Come on, Heero, don't make me have to feed it to you."
Heero gets up out of the chair and walks to the other side of the room,
then turning around to face them. "You want to know how you can really
be nice to me?" he asks.
"Yes, Heero, tell us what we can do for you." Dorothy says.
"Leave." he says, pointing torward the door.
All four girls put their hands on their hips and and glare at him, and
Sally says, "Well, atleast we tried. Lets go."
They walk out the door and Heero closes it behind them, his mind
already beginning to torture him again.
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Almost A Mistake
Chapter 1
He reads the article in the newspaper over again carefully, making sure
this wasn't some kind of a nightmare.
Duo stands across from him, watching his eyes which hadn't left the
paper since he had handed it to him. "I'm sorry, buddy. I guess she just
couldn't wait any longer." Duo says, placing a hand on Heero's shoulder.
Heero rips the picture of Relena and her husband-to-be into shreds,
watching the pieces of paper drop slowly to the floor of his apartment.
He finally looks up at the others, all four of them staring at the paper
he had just torn. Trowa and Wufei look at him, not knowing what to say
because they know how hard it is to sympathize with him.
Quatre's voice breaks the silence. "Heero, do you want to be alone?"
"What makes you think I care about this? She'll be happier with him."
Heero says, not making eye contact with anyone.
"She's hasn't been happy. She invited us over to her mansion a month
ago because she said she wanted to see us, but all she asked about was
you. It's not like she just forgot about you after she never saw you
again." Quatre says.
"Well, she's happy now, isn't she?" Heero asks, his voice getting a
little louder. He flops down on his couch and stares up at the ceiling.
"You'll never admit it, will you?" Duo asks, sitting in a chair.
"Admit what?" Heero says, his eyes still remaining emotionless.
"You love her, Heero. You're just afraid to admit it... See you later."
Duo says as he gets up and heads torward the door.
The others leave too, and Quatre speaks before shutting the door. "Let
us know if you need anything. Bye, Heero."
As soon as the door closes, Heero completely lets everything go. He
wasn't just sad because of this moment, but because he should be used to
being alone by now. He had been alone most of his life. *But what do I
do? I reject everyone. They call me a friend, yet most of the time I
treated them all as an annoyance to me.* Anyone could look into his eyes
and see the pain he was feeling at that moment. *So what if I don't admit
my feelings for her? It's too late now anyway. I should have told her
sooner...*
His thoughts are interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. He quickly
jumps up off the couch and runs to a mirror, making sure there was no
trace of the tears that had trickled from his eyes. He takes a deep
breath, calming himself, and then he opens the door.
"Heero, hi...Are you doing OK?" Catherine asks, carrying in a bowl of
soup. Hilde, Sally, and Dorothy come in behind her. "I heard what
happened."
"Nothing happened. I'm fine." Heero says flatly, crossing his arms.
You couldn't tell by looking at him now that something was wrong. "I've
had enough sympathy that I don't need for one day. I don't need you
here."
Hilde hugs him and pats him on the back. "Sorry, Heero, but can you
just shut up and let us try to be nice to you?"
Heero doesn't say anything, but keeps his arms crossed and reluctantly
sits when Sally pushes him down into a chair.
"Soup?" Catherine asks, motioning torward the bowl she had set beside
him. When he doesn't respond, she bends down and picks up the spoon.
"Come on, Heero, don't make me have to feed it to you."
Heero gets up out of the chair and walks to the other side of the room,
then turning around to face them. "You want to know how you can really
be nice to me?" he asks.
"Yes, Heero, tell us what we can do for you." Dorothy says.
"Leave." he says, pointing torward the door.
All four girls put their hands on their hips and and glare at him, and
Sally says, "Well, atleast we tried. Lets go."
They walk out the door and Heero closes it behind them, his mind
already beginning to torture him again.