Lost to the Wind

by DarkSynapse

A little piece I wrote when I was real down...not too bad...about Duo and Heero, but non-yaoi. Rated PG-13 for a little language. Flames will, as usual, be forwaded to the poor people in Alaska, but constructive criticism welcome!.

Lost

            I ran.

Through the pounding, ice cold rain, I ran as fast as I possibly could, trying to get the name out of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. That one single name reverberated over and over again in my head, until I felt it would drive me mad: Heero.

The perfect soldier.

Ironic, that out of all of us, he should be the one I had left. The one who I became the closest to. And the one who ripped my heart into pieces.

It's all *her* fault. I thought. The domineering, overbaearing *bitch*Relena, who forced him away from me, driving a wedge between us until a canyon formed that neither he or I could bridge...

I stopped as I reached Deathscythe Hell. It seemed that he was all I had left, now. I wearily climbed into the cockpit, activated the engines, and took off.

I flew at maximum speed, until I landed Shinigami by a small cabin, one that would be my refuge until I could repair the shattered pieces of my soul.

But some of them would remain forever lost to the wind…