Basics:
I do not own Gundam Seed or its sequel, Gundam Seed Destiny.
Theme: parting
Title: The First Who Said Goodbye
Summary: It's not her, it's him who first turned his back on them.
Laughter echoed from the nearby chairs. Gleesome cheers emanated from the other side, except hers. She had a glass infront, but wasn't even touched.
It had been an afternoon and morning when she came. Since that morning, her glass remained the same. Odd and questioning looks sometimes were thrown at her. But she…she did not mind. She liked the atmosphere in this café. And that's enough reason to tell them through her eyes a message: mind your own business.
Finally, someone dared talk her out of her reverie – her unusual solitude. He at first stood a little to her side and in a pleasant, respectful manner asked whether he could sit across her.
"Sure." she then spoke as she nodded her head. Her blonde tresses following.
"I mean, in your table. May I sit with you?"
She then threw a glare but one which was not quite the fearful, just the temperate one. If there was such a thing.
"Is there anything I can do to stop you?" a fact stated, rather than a question, she then gestured towards that opposite her seat. He took this as a yes and sat down…careful not to bump anything – either the table or in the extremes, her obviously extending feet. She may have some refinement in her for as he took his seat, she sat straight up, arranging herself in recognition of this stranger.
He kept a keen observation of her. His order came and so, he found time to let the hotness cool down. While stirring his cup, he looked at her direction. She had her eyes on the other side of the road and evidently taking him as an invisible being. No word, not even a sigh or a gesture would come from her.
It ought to have remained that way. Almost an hour passed, and he almost finished his serving.
"I was looking at you from afar and I didn't know how to approach you. Actually, I've been here minutes after you came…more like browsing the nearby shops with…" He then said, finding the lingering silence unbearable. She simply turned and looked at him, her eyes glistening but she spoke of nothing. Her tongue seemed tied as she let her eyes do the talking.
In the middle of his lines, he stopped as he looked into her eyes.
She was the expressive one…always. He breathed in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
"This café, this had always been where you…where you go to, isn't it? So, I assumed this is the right place."
Still, she did not spoke.
He sighed. He knew no matter what he says, she would respond the same way. It would probably be better if he let her be. He then stood up, after about an hour of sitting there, he stood up. First, looking at her, then, walking away mimicking a goodbye.
"I'm sorry." He softly mumbled as he turned to a corner.
And after he left the place, she then stared at the table…seeing something that wasn't there before - a piece of folded paper.
It was an invitation, a wedding invitation. And right beside it was a note – one which had her handwriting on it…
'I'll wait for you. Give it personally.'
No place…no other was listed. Yet, these as facts, he still found her and where she had been.
Then, she turned at his fading figure. His blue hair following the traces of the wind. As he approached his car, a waiting girl embraced him.
A waiter approached and asked whether she would want anything else. She looked up at him and in almost teary eyes, shook her head. He then left her and moved to another. Finally, after waiting for hours, he came and she had her closure. She stood up from her seat and wiped away the threatening tears.
All I wanted was to see you for one last time.
She left the café and walked home.
Silence must have been the best remedy…and perhaps the best possible way to end things.
fin
Possible question: I thought it was an AC pairing?
Answer: It was.
Possible question: So, this guy was Athrun? The one who took a seat with her?
Answer: All along.
Possible question: And this other girl who embraced him?
Answer: His fiancée.
Possible question: And the stranger line?
Answer: Her thoughts. She had considered him a stranger then.
Possible question: His fiancée waited and she did not mind seeing her fiancé with another girl in a café?
Answer: I don't think she saw them but yeah. What a girl.
Possible question: When will you make a one-shot which would one, not be boring and two, a complete one-shot – with the plot, character development and the like?
Answer: I don't really know. Time will tell. That's why I made this short 'cause I see this one-shot more like as a spur of the moment thing – like I just typed and typed. I hate sad endings myself but there's nothing I can do about it now. I'll make up for it in the next one probably. Come to think of it, a happy ending sounds nice.
Before I forget, the line:
"Is there anything I can do to stop you?" a fact stated, rather than a question.
The guy in this one may have thought of the line referring to the seat, but it could be taken as something else. Look at it as the girl indirectly asking him if he could be stopped from marrying another. Unfortunately, he didn't get it in this one.
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