Epilogue:
Our wedding had to be postponed for nearly a full year due to Noin's injuries. I had to find a new best man for the precession. Zechs had got his wish: he did not have to tell Noin, when she woke up, why I was not there by her side. In some cruel twist of fate, it was I, who had to tell her why Zechs was not there, awaiting her revival.
At his funeral, which was fit for the war hero he was, I gave a eulogy. I told the congregation how he was more then just an excellent soldier, but an excellent friend. I told them all about how many times he had saved my life, including the two times in the last forty-eight hours of his.
Noin was so angry with the doctors that they wouldn't allow her to go to the funeral. Her injuries were far to (sever) for them to check her out. She didn't cry though, not even now, years later, she has never cried over his death.
I find her, from time to time, out on our balcony at night. She is quietly staring off into space. I know who she is looking for, even though she doesn't say it. Her stubborn optimism is still there, stronger then ever. She is always waiting for Zechs to come back; she is so sure of this, that she has convinced me as well.
Here we are now, on our balcony, arm and arm. That is why I am remembering that time in our lives. I still remember those days so well, as if they had happened yesterday. I too stare off into space, waiting in perpetually, for our friend who means so much to us, to return. Little do I know that he is doing the same, on some distant colony, in some new, now distant life.
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"What are you doing out here?"
Zechs turns around, and faces the woman who is coming out on to the balcony, "I'm just thinking."
"About them you mean?" She says, resting her arms on the railing, beside him.
"Yeah."
"You know you can always go back, I won't stop you."
"No, it's better this way."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, they have a new life now, one that I can't fit into."
"You know that isn't true."
"It is. My time in their lives has passed, I would only be a nuisance to them."
"I still don't know why you feel that way. Is it because you still love Noin?"
He turns away, so that she won't see the tears stinging his eyes, "Please, don't bring up her name."
"If you love her so, why torment yourself like this?"
"Because Quatre loves her too much, and she loves him so much more. How could I break that up? It's better, for their sake, if I am dead."
She sighs in defeat, "You're just to kind, can't even follow your own heart if it means breaking others."
"It's just a habit I've never been able to brake." He starts to walk back inside, back to his life, which for a minute, he had been able to forget.
Our wedding had to be postponed for nearly a full year due to Noin's injuries. I had to find a new best man for the precession. Zechs had got his wish: he did not have to tell Noin, when she woke up, why I was not there by her side. In some cruel twist of fate, it was I, who had to tell her why Zechs was not there, awaiting her revival.
At his funeral, which was fit for the war hero he was, I gave a eulogy. I told the congregation how he was more then just an excellent soldier, but an excellent friend. I told them all about how many times he had saved my life, including the two times in the last forty-eight hours of his.
Noin was so angry with the doctors that they wouldn't allow her to go to the funeral. Her injuries were far to (sever) for them to check her out. She didn't cry though, not even now, years later, she has never cried over his death.
I find her, from time to time, out on our balcony at night. She is quietly staring off into space. I know who she is looking for, even though she doesn't say it. Her stubborn optimism is still there, stronger then ever. She is always waiting for Zechs to come back; she is so sure of this, that she has convinced me as well.
Here we are now, on our balcony, arm and arm. That is why I am remembering that time in our lives. I still remember those days so well, as if they had happened yesterday. I too stare off into space, waiting in perpetually, for our friend who means so much to us, to return. Little do I know that he is doing the same, on some distant colony, in some new, now distant life.
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"What are you doing out here?"
Zechs turns around, and faces the woman who is coming out on to the balcony, "I'm just thinking."
"About them you mean?" She says, resting her arms on the railing, beside him.
"Yeah."
"You know you can always go back, I won't stop you."
"No, it's better this way."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, they have a new life now, one that I can't fit into."
"You know that isn't true."
"It is. My time in their lives has passed, I would only be a nuisance to them."
"I still don't know why you feel that way. Is it because you still love Noin?"
He turns away, so that she won't see the tears stinging his eyes, "Please, don't bring up her name."
"If you love her so, why torment yourself like this?"
"Because Quatre loves her too much, and she loves him so much more. How could I break that up? It's better, for their sake, if I am dead."
She sighs in defeat, "You're just to kind, can't even follow your own heart if it means breaking others."
"It's just a habit I've never been able to brake." He starts to walk back inside, back to his life, which for a minute, he had been able to forget.
