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Lovely Insanity
What can tip the scales? What could turn a proud person of dignity and honor into an irrational lunatic? The insides of a person are constantly churning. The hypocritical tendencies of onlookers to judge them, who are often trapped in their own spirals of doubt and regression from normal life. The forceful finger of fault and blame spins endlessly on a journey, which can almost seem parallel to your own. This terrible doubt follows us all, but some more than others. The truly enlightened figure can clearly visualize the pain of others, and not come to aid them. But only can one who has suffered pain can understand, as well as see the same pain in others. That person would help. A person's sanity is fragile, like paper. Though the person can tape it up, and it may look all right, if you look closely, you can still see the scars. And not just scissors or a tearing grip can damage it. Waters, like harsh emotions, or emotional suffrage, will melt it away slowly. And it can also deteriorate on it's own. This decomposition is usually the self-inflicted wounds. Like doubt or lack of confidence. For two star-crossed lovers, their sanity in shreds, a single piece of rice could tip the scale. Or perhaps maybe just a moment together could do that. But is sanity necessary, when you're in love?
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He approached the mansion, not knowing what had possessed him to do so. He couldn't stop thinking about her. There were no words though, as if his thoughts had gone mute. The sensual aroma of her… All that time, he thought that it was their differences that kept them from being friends. The bitterness between them never really had a purpose or reason, but some force inside kept him away. But now, he could see through eyes, unclouded by the strange reasoning within him, which had disappeared just the night before.
His eyes adjusted to the dark, as he crept like a cat along the fence. He walked, not even looking forward. The memories of this night weren't crisp and vivid, as they had always been. Instead they were foggy, like a deep haze had set upon him. A flash of light caught his eye. He hurried along the fence, and saw that it was her, on the balcony, dressed like an angel. Her jewelry was what had shone in his eye. Her hair was wild in the wind, but tonight it seemed fitting. He stopped and stared in amazement. How had be not noticed? She was the prettiest thing he had ever seen! Greedy thoughts of stealing her away, and looking at her forever filled his mind. Last night he would have resisted, but again, the thing that kept him back was gone now. He never stopped staring. Slowly, she turned her head, and met his glance.
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Her eyes met those of someone in the dark. Normally, intense fear would have called upon her, and fiery rage would have possessed her. But she looked at him. Their gaze was as hard as ice, yet as gentle as a brook. She knew who it was, and jumped the fifteen feet off of the balcony. Un-hurt, she looked up at her visitor, who was perched on the fence. The silence. Oh the silence. But why was it not so bad? What had let her jump the irrational 15 feet onto the ground? He walked along the fence and she followed along on the ground. Was this allowed? Was she allowed to follow him, to who knows where? She got the feeling that he didn't even know where they were going either. But she didn't mind. Why had they not done this sooner? Why had the thought never even crossed her mind? If he wanted to get off the property, he was going the wrong way. They came across the gardens.
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He slipped down from the wall in the darkness. They were deep into the gardens, where a small lake rippled to the breeze, and shone in the moonlight. He wasn't even controlling his body anymore; he was more like a passenger. He looked at her, in her long dress, making her way around the lake. She seemed far away, the lake keeping them apart. Which wasn't tolerable. He broke into a small run, and she got the same idea. Through a large field of daisies he ran, and they were getting closer. Then, she was there. And blurred were the memories of them embracing, and sharing a long sweet kiss. They fell into the daisies, as they had done into the sand the night before. But it was different this time. Her smile was genuine. Very few people got to share a real smile with Relena Peacecraft. The same was true for himself he guessed.
He kissed her cheek, and she looked softly into his eyes. The idea came to her last night, was she falling in love with him? No. Sanity prevented chaotic instances like that. But where was that sanity now? Where was that guilt and pain that stalked her? No words, they just looked at each other. "I'm sorry." She stated. "For what?" he replied. "I'm sorry we didn't do this sooner." He smiled at her and took off his jacket, so they could lie down on it. They lay there, looking at the stars and talking, for many hours, about everyone, and everything.
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"Relena..." he trailed off. "I don't know why we could do this. I feel alive for the first time. Like I could do anything." She seemed to understand, "Strange, me too, I wasn't afraid when you showed up, then I jumped off of the balcony. He He. You give me strength." He chuckled and leaned over her,"How did I not see that we were the same?" She grinned at him, almost surprising him, "Wufei… Let's go. Let's go somewhere where we can do what we please! Skydive? Dance? Do something dangerous? I want to be free, lets have some fun." Skydiving? Was she that kind of girl? But as he thought about it, it seemed like a good idea. "We can do it secretly, or openly," he added. "You know what Wufei? I don't care who sees us. Can't people go out and not be worried about what other people think? Let's have everyone see us. They can deal." He took her hand and helped pull her to her feet. He put his coat on her and touched her cheek lightly with his palm. Then he grabbed her hand and they took off, towards passion, adventure, pleasure, and certain insanity. But who needs sanity when you are in love?