Love Hurts: part 2
By: Hilde
Notes: I don't do recaps. If I did, you wouldn't read the other story.
I do not own GW, the characters, or the songs by Savage Garden, and the other pop-artist peeps in here, nor am I claiming to have written them. Thank you.
On with the fic!
Duo's side (of the story):
After a week of denial:
"Okay, so maybe it was all a bad dream. It was 5:00 in the morning. It was real. No use trying to deny it, Duo. She's gone. Hilde's really gone," Duo thought, after a night of not sleeping after that one call, and missing Hilde, as usual.
"But we were just friends, weren't we? Aw, Hilde, you meant a lot more than that, heck, I still do! I love you, Hilde. So why?" the unspoken question ran through his Duo's mind as he got ready for the day.
"What if she found someone else? What if she's,… nah, didn't look like it. So what happened?" more unspoken, unanswered questions and fears raced around in his head.
The warning alarm sounded, and Duo jetted off to his Gundam.
Hilde's side:
A week after "the call":
The alarm clock sounded.
"Ohh, it's so freakin' earl… late!" Hilde exclaimed as she notice the alarm clock. It read 10:30am.
"Well, I guess I'll clean house today," she resolved, as she got out of bed.
After a quick shower, Hilde decided to have some coffee. She walked over to the "breakfast cabinet", opened it, and took out a cylinder of coffee. She looked at it, "Maxwell House Coffee", and put it back in the cabinet.
"Okay, I guess I'll just have some orange juice and cereal, then."
After breakfast, Hilde changed into her "cleaning clothes"; an over-sized T-shirt, and some stained, baggy pants. She turned on the radio, and began vacuuming.
A song came on:
Here I go again,
I promised myself I would think of you today.
It's been seven months and counting
You've move on, I still feel exactly the same,
Hilde could only think of one person: Duo Maxwell.
The sound of vacuuming drowned out the radio for a few minutes. Then,
Like photographic memories of love,
Hilde began dusting some pictures of her and Duo. In one, Duo's braid was blown back, he had his hands in the air, Hilde was holding onto him for dear life, they were both screaming. Must've been that roller coaster ride photo. Another was in a photo booth, the sheet was divided into four pictures: Duo and Hilde, with their heads together, in a heart frame. Both doing a peace sign at the camera. Hilde was looking up at Duo, out of the corner of her eyes; he was giving he bunny ears. Hilde pushed Duo down, and was resting a hand on his back, waving at the camera. They each had a copy of the same sheet.
Hilde had given Duo a picture of her, like a school picture, and Duo had given her a picture of him, like a school picture, only casual.
And I can't move on.
Ever since you've been gone, the lights go out the same,
Hilde left to get a box to put the pictures in. When she came back the radio was still playing,
Am I all alone in the universe?
There's no love on the these streets
I have given mine away to world that didn't want it anyway
So this is my new freedom,
It's funny, I don't remember being chained,
But nothing seems to make sense anymore.
"Tune it out, Hilde, just like Duo's incessant babbling, there you go again."
Ever since you've been gone, the lights go out the same,
Hilde tired to tune it out, as she sadly packed the box. But her mind kept wandering back.
And time goes by so slowly,
The nights are cold and lonely.
I shouldn't be holding on, but I'll still holding on for you.
Here I go again, I promised myself, I wouldn't think of you today,
"Tune. Out."
…because I can't move on.
Ever since you've been gone, the lights go out the same,
Hilde got up and changed the station.
I would like to visit you for a while,
Get away, and out of the city,
Hilde was unaware of the fact that Duo was listening to the same song, thinking about her, as she was thinking about him.
I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me.
Because I don't know you anymore, I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed,
Hilde finished packing the box, and left the room to find a nice, dark closet corner to put it in.
…don't talk much anymore, we keep running from the pain,
But what I wouldn't give see your face again.
Hilde unplugged the radio, and moved it to the kitchen. Duo was still listening to his radio, same station, somewhere on PeaceMillion.
Are you still the same? Has your opinion changed?
Because I don't know you anymore,
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed, so has your name.
We don't talk much anymore, we keep running from these sentences,
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again.
I know I let you down, again and again.
I know I never really treated you right, I've paid the price,
I'm still paying for it everyday.
Hilde plugged her radio back in.
I've paid the price,
I'm still paying for it everyday.
Hilde skipped around to find some music. Interesting sound effects, talk show, commercials. Finally! Some music!
Do you think you're better off alone?…
Commercials. Lots of static.
I must confess, that my loneliness
Is killing me now.
Don't ya know I still believe,
That you will be here...
News and weather.
Love can make you hostage, wanna…
Another talk show. Sports scores.
Lookin' back at the things I've done,
I was tryin' to be some one
Played my part, kept you in the dark,
Now let me show you the shape of my heart…
Static, emergency signal test. Some British channel.
Hilde got a little annoyed at that point, violently unplugged the radio, and put it in the closet with the pictures. Then she went back to finish cleaning the kitchen, and the rest of the apartment.
That night, she lay in bed, still thinking about Duo. His cheerful attitude and smile. The way he laughed. All those jokes. The way his chestnut brown hair moved when he moved. Those blue eyes. Those wonderful, tell-all eyes. She always knew what he was thinking, if she could just look into his eyes.
(Girls, stop drooling)
Hilde let out a longing sigh. "Great. Now you're gone, all because of me," she thought.
Duo was thinking about Hilde too. He was in his room, looking at the one picture he had of her; the one Hilde had given him, wondering why. He was trying to make a joke out of it, "women are so hard to figure out," but this was one of those things that he just couldn't. "I don't know. Maybe I should call. Something's got her all, this way. Can't be PMS," Duo smiled to himself, thinking about this. A smile that was very brief, however, and soon he fell asleep, too, still thinking about Hilde.
End of "Love Hurts" part 2
Will Duo and Hilde get back together, or go their separate ways? Also find out what's bugging Hilde. This and more in "Love Hurts: part 3"
Also may be the last fic in this series.
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