Yeah, I don't own Gundam Wing! This is called fan fiction, after all. Implying that this is fiction by the fans (which I happen to be among).

The Noventa Girl

I could keep my hand from shaking easily enough as I gave my gun to Silvia Noventa but I couldn't seem to keep my heart from pounding. I wasn't afraid to die by any means but it's not that I had a death wish. I certainly didn't want to die. However, I wouldn't let myself move on without doing this first. As I tried to explain to her what had happened, what a mistake I had made, I was barely able to sort my thoughts and get my words out. Though I felt my emotions had betrayed me as fear pulsed through my body, I was just glad my expression didn't reflect these feelings. I feared that I had hurt this girl and her family far too deeply and that even if she did pull the trigger it wouldn't be enough, it wouldn't make up for enough. I hardly heard what she was saying, but I searched her every word for something. What, I didn't know but I was sure I would recognize it the moment it came forth from her lips.
"Wars are nothing but brutal killings. So how can you be so clean cut about it all?" Silvia asked, her voice and hands trembling as she pointed the gun at my head.
I gazed into her eyes and realized she had no intention of ever using the weapon. "It's the only way I know how to live." I turned from her and headed back to where Trowa was waiting for me. But I hadn't gone less than five steps when she threw the gun into the dirt and finally said what I had unknowingly been waiting for all this time. And her words hit me harder than any bullet ever could have.
"I forgive you, Heero Yuy."

Short? Yeah, I know. Please review! Flames are welcome.