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Where do we go now?
Part Two: Pulling AwayBy Aaridys
I can see how much your pretty eyes set upon my own and fill with beautiful feelings I could never deserve. There was so much blood, so much hate in my existence that today, I feel my own skin radiating with it. My whole life was soiled by war, by soldiers, by the gundams… I could never be worthy of you.
So tired of the straight line,
And everywhere you turn,
It's vultures and thieves at your back.
I cannot start describing the horrible things I have committed in my past. Evil things, senseless things, stupid things but when I met you… You appeared out of the storm, clear and innocent, pulling out from you suit, smiling as if we had always been friends. You breached the sands for me alone and perhaps… perhaps did you even breach my own ice armour. In a way, you are a much greater fighter than I. As I run in the shadows and kill in silence, you cry for your victims and pray for their souls. And like all oppositions on Earth and space, we are as two sides of one reality.
The storm keeps on twisting,
Keep on building the lies,
That you make up for all that you lack.
I cannot stand up to your expectations, I must not stand up, and I won't! Although you are forging irresistible bonds between you and I, never shall I let myself soil the perfect pureness of your delicate being. I am all that is dark and filthy and you, you seem as an angel directly from heaven. I do not deserve you; I do not deserve the gift you are making to me. Your heart, Quatre, cannot touch my bloody hands, they musn't or I will surely fall in the superb trap you are setting for me. And how I long to let myself trip and tumble down in the darkness, in the sweet warmth of your arms…
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time,
It's easier to believe.
And this sweet madness, oh, this glorious sadness,
That brings me to my knees.
I can't love you Quatre don't you understand that? I won't allow myself to hurt you, which I know I would if ever I dared to touch you. I would die surely.
I am so sorry Quatre, my angel…
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here.
From this star cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you feel.
