Author's Note: I dun really bother with these (the author's notes, I mean)...
*smiles*...but it's nice to see people asking for more, so I shall oblige. *^_____^* *feels very special*
but, onto part 2...
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Heero stared at the phone, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that after all they had been through, Relena could be so heartless as to just dump him over the phone. After a good five minutes of just holding the phone in the air, he set it back into the cradle. He didn't know what to feel or think, and as he tried to get up, he instead sunk to his knees. Over. They were over. Four years of wasted existence.
He hadn't even liked Relena at first. She had been this annoying *thing* in his way, and if Duo hadn't stopped him from shooting her, she more than likely wouldn't be around now. But she had slowly taken a special place in the heart he didn't even know existed...and now...he felt hollow again. Empty. Like he had lost his reason for living.
Heero didn't know what to do next. He had been in every battle situation imaginable, but this was far different from piloting a mobile suit. He didn't know how to react; whether to get angry and damage something, or just to lie on the floor and cry like an infant. He was torn between trying to find Relena and making her suffer, or begging her forgiveness and asking for a second chance. 'At what, though?' he mused miserably. He didn't really know what he did wrong, though she seemed to have quite a few complaints against him.
Suddenly, his apartment felt like a cage to him, and he the bird trapped inside. He kicked the coffee table, which did nothing but make his foot sore. The night outside looked a lot more appealing; maybe the air would clear his mind. He grabbed a light jacket, since it was bound to get colder as the night wore on, and he knew he'd be out there for a good long while. Heaven knew where he'd be waking up tomorrow morning, even, but that didn't matter then. All he knew was that he was going to find some way to get rid of this pain. And yes, Heero admitted, it hurt just as acutely as a bullet wound or a fractured limb, but he hid pain well.
He had no idea where he was going to go, or when he was going to get there and come back. It was completely unheard of for the Perfect Soldier to lack a plan of some sort. But this was one situation he never planned for. Hell, he had been thinking more along the lines of when he was going to get her a ring. It was funny how fast things changed. Even now, he wasn't sure if he was going to go to her place and attempt to win her back. Heero shrugged, swallowing the foreign lump in his throat. One thing was for sure, he wasn't about to start shedding tears now. They could wait until he had a better idea of how to handle things. Locking the door behind him, Heero slunk off into the night.
*smiles*...but it's nice to see people asking for more, so I shall oblige. *^_____^* *feels very special*
but, onto part 2...
~*~
Heero stared at the phone, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that after all they had been through, Relena could be so heartless as to just dump him over the phone. After a good five minutes of just holding the phone in the air, he set it back into the cradle. He didn't know what to feel or think, and as he tried to get up, he instead sunk to his knees. Over. They were over. Four years of wasted existence.
He hadn't even liked Relena at first. She had been this annoying *thing* in his way, and if Duo hadn't stopped him from shooting her, she more than likely wouldn't be around now. But she had slowly taken a special place in the heart he didn't even know existed...and now...he felt hollow again. Empty. Like he had lost his reason for living.
Heero didn't know what to do next. He had been in every battle situation imaginable, but this was far different from piloting a mobile suit. He didn't know how to react; whether to get angry and damage something, or just to lie on the floor and cry like an infant. He was torn between trying to find Relena and making her suffer, or begging her forgiveness and asking for a second chance. 'At what, though?' he mused miserably. He didn't really know what he did wrong, though she seemed to have quite a few complaints against him.
Suddenly, his apartment felt like a cage to him, and he the bird trapped inside. He kicked the coffee table, which did nothing but make his foot sore. The night outside looked a lot more appealing; maybe the air would clear his mind. He grabbed a light jacket, since it was bound to get colder as the night wore on, and he knew he'd be out there for a good long while. Heaven knew where he'd be waking up tomorrow morning, even, but that didn't matter then. All he knew was that he was going to find some way to get rid of this pain. And yes, Heero admitted, it hurt just as acutely as a bullet wound or a fractured limb, but he hid pain well.
He had no idea where he was going to go, or when he was going to get there and come back. It was completely unheard of for the Perfect Soldier to lack a plan of some sort. But this was one situation he never planned for. Hell, he had been thinking more along the lines of when he was going to get her a ring. It was funny how fast things changed. Even now, he wasn't sure if he was going to go to her place and attempt to win her back. Heero shrugged, swallowing the foreign lump in his throat. One thing was for sure, he wasn't about to start shedding tears now. They could wait until he had a better idea of how to handle things. Locking the door behind him, Heero slunk off into the night.