Relena is dead. Quatre is dead. Duo...is dead. And I sit here, alone, wrapped in my silence. I won't talk anymore, because every word I could say, has already been said by another...by Duo. God, how I wish I could take it all back, just take back the fight that caused his death!
Sally doesn't beleive that it was my fault. She always says it was just a freak accident, another drunken hit and run like thousands of others. I know better. I won't--no, I can't tell her. I can't tell anyone how I killed the only man I ever truly loved...

Hilde put the pen down, and stared out the window. The sun was shining, and a gentle breeze ruffled the trees outside the window of her room. Shady Pines was a nice place, really it was...for a nut house. Only she wasn't insane; she was just a murderer haunted by the ghost of her victim, that's all! She didn't strut around like Napoleon or something stupid like that...She just...Hilde sighed, and picked the pen back up...

He didn't want to get married. That's what our fight was about. We'd been sharing the apartment, MY apartment, for a year and a half. I was tired of the dirty looks, the smirks, everything! I wanted it to be permanent, to have more meaning! He just shrugged and told me to "chill out babe". I didn't.
I stormed out of there, banging doors, the usual hissy fit that I threw. He ran after me...there's not really much more to tell after that. He followed me, we saw the girl, he rescued her, and died. It gets easier to write this...my heart's starting to freeze. Looks like Sally shouldn't have given me my own bottle of Prozac, because I've downed it...all...
Ned 2 say 1 las...ting...I...luv...Duo....

And so goes another of the brave women behind the men...