Help Me Escape From My Memories, part 2
I stood there for a moment, not quite knowing what to do. I
didn't have to though because he suddenly noticed me. He stood
up after wiping the tears from his eyes and smiled at me.
"Can I help you with something," he asked me. I shook my head
and sat down at the table. Coffee was brewing in the perker. He grabbed
a cup and poured me a glass. Then he got himself some and sat down
across from me.
"So why are you up?" he questioned. I really didn't know how to
explain it to him. How can you tell someone that they just felt something
wasn't right? I decided to take a chance and tell him.
"Something didn't feel quite right, so I thought I would look
around." I didn't mention that I had watched him cry. Nor did I point
out the water stains on the floor from his tears.
"Oh, that can happen in a apartment building as old as this one.
They just give off bad vibes." He smiled at me and all I could think of
was that it wasn't the house, it was him.
We sat in silence for awhile and then I couldn't help myself.
"Why were you crying?" I asked. He looked frightened for a
moment, like he was a caged animal that knew it couldn't escape. But
then his features calmed and he closed his eyes for a moment.
"There was no great reason, just some pressuring thoughts is all,
nothing to be concerned about." I opened my mouth to say more but was
interrupted by him saying, "well, I'm headed for bed, you would best get
there too." With that he stood, smiled, and walked out of the room.
Coffee mug still on the table.
I could only sit and stare at where he had left.
"Why can't you tell me? What are you hiding?" Knowing that I
wouldn't get any answers by staying up, I also made my leave from the
kitchen. As soon as my head hit the pillow of the bed, I was fast asleep.
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I awoke early the next morning and went to see if he was up yet.
Yawning my way to the kitchen I noticed it was empty. All the other
rooms were the same so I decided to go check his bedroom. Opening it
quietly I could see his still figure lying tangled in the sheets.
His chest rose up and down in the silent rythmic breathing of
sleep. Looking at him I couldn't resist.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I shouted and lept on his bed. It was a
harmless game, one we had already played millions of times before, when
he had stayed with me during the war.
He woke up in a flash and before I knew it I was pinned down on
the bed. In his eyes was a fierce rage. It burned for a couple moments
and then cooled to the mellow purple I was used to. I have to admit,
it scared me.
"Oh, man, its just you," he murmured. He untangled himself from
me and let me get up. I sat on the side of the bed.
What had happened. He had never done that before. He used to
just wake up screaming to humor me. This time, I was afraid he was going
to kill me.
"Don't do that," he said in a ragged breath. I could only stare
at him. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. His back to me. It
seemed like I was seeing a lot of his back lately. Moments later I
heard the shower come on.
"Duo, when will you trust me again?"
To Be Continued.........
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Well, was the first chapter as good as the last? I thought I would let
you know who the story was about this time. (Although I'm sure all of
you knew who it was, thought I would throw you off in the first one with
the art so you would think it was Quatre though.) But you're all smarter
than that though so, oh well! :-) Maybe next time I'll explain the
picture. Please review! Thanks a bunch!
I stood there for a moment, not quite knowing what to do. I
didn't have to though because he suddenly noticed me. He stood
up after wiping the tears from his eyes and smiled at me.
"Can I help you with something," he asked me. I shook my head
and sat down at the table. Coffee was brewing in the perker. He grabbed
a cup and poured me a glass. Then he got himself some and sat down
across from me.
"So why are you up?" he questioned. I really didn't know how to
explain it to him. How can you tell someone that they just felt something
wasn't right? I decided to take a chance and tell him.
"Something didn't feel quite right, so I thought I would look
around." I didn't mention that I had watched him cry. Nor did I point
out the water stains on the floor from his tears.
"Oh, that can happen in a apartment building as old as this one.
They just give off bad vibes." He smiled at me and all I could think of
was that it wasn't the house, it was him.
We sat in silence for awhile and then I couldn't help myself.
"Why were you crying?" I asked. He looked frightened for a
moment, like he was a caged animal that knew it couldn't escape. But
then his features calmed and he closed his eyes for a moment.
"There was no great reason, just some pressuring thoughts is all,
nothing to be concerned about." I opened my mouth to say more but was
interrupted by him saying, "well, I'm headed for bed, you would best get
there too." With that he stood, smiled, and walked out of the room.
Coffee mug still on the table.
I could only sit and stare at where he had left.
"Why can't you tell me? What are you hiding?" Knowing that I
wouldn't get any answers by staying up, I also made my leave from the
kitchen. As soon as my head hit the pillow of the bed, I was fast asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I awoke early the next morning and went to see if he was up yet.
Yawning my way to the kitchen I noticed it was empty. All the other
rooms were the same so I decided to go check his bedroom. Opening it
quietly I could see his still figure lying tangled in the sheets.
His chest rose up and down in the silent rythmic breathing of
sleep. Looking at him I couldn't resist.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I shouted and lept on his bed. It was a
harmless game, one we had already played millions of times before, when
he had stayed with me during the war.
He woke up in a flash and before I knew it I was pinned down on
the bed. In his eyes was a fierce rage. It burned for a couple moments
and then cooled to the mellow purple I was used to. I have to admit,
it scared me.
"Oh, man, its just you," he murmured. He untangled himself from
me and let me get up. I sat on the side of the bed.
What had happened. He had never done that before. He used to
just wake up screaming to humor me. This time, I was afraid he was going
to kill me.
"Don't do that," he said in a ragged breath. I could only stare
at him. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. His back to me. It
seemed like I was seeing a lot of his back lately. Moments later I
heard the shower come on.
"Duo, when will you trust me again?"
To Be Continued.........
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Well, was the first chapter as good as the last? I thought I would let
you know who the story was about this time. (Although I'm sure all of
you knew who it was, thought I would throw you off in the first one with
the art so you would think it was Quatre though.) But you're all smarter
than that though so, oh well! :-) Maybe next time I'll explain the
picture. Please review! Thanks a bunch!