In a field of Flowers
Okay..I'm finally finished! and I must admit that this was the hardest of the bunch, so it is completely different from the others and very short ^_^ I might do a little epilogue thing-y but that all depends on if my muses co-operate with me *glares at muses, who grin evily and promise that any sleep gotten tonight will be filled with inspiration, which will promptly disapear in the moment there's a chance to write them down*
As always let me know what you think about this!
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In a Field of Flowers
Emotions…they're strange things.
I am sitting in the middle of a field. It is a meeting place for the people here. The sun is setting, birds are singing. Everything here is… right.
Relena is sitting nearby, watching the sun set. She looks a little resigned but hopeful at the same time. I can tell she misses Heero, but she does know that he will be here soon. She knows her fiancé. No force on earth could keep him from her for long.
I remember happiness. The day he proposed to her. We had all hoped that he would find a way to give up his war finally. But none of us really expected it. The look on her face that night at my house was pure joy, and even the ever stoic Heero had softened slightly. However, any threat to Relena brought out the single-minded soldier he had once been. And woe betides any one who stood between Heero and his mission.
I think of that day long ago when I did stand between Heero and his goal. I remember fear. Fear that I would die, but overpowering that was fear for Trowa; Fear that my foolishness would cause Trowa's death. I remember fear when the first explosions ripped through the building. Fear for lives lost, fear for the lasting peace. But that was soon buried. I didn't have time for that. I had to make sure people got out safely.
Then I remember anger. I was angry when the war killed my father, my sister. I was angry with the White Fang, Romefeller, OZ; all of them for making the war live on. I was angry when the remnants of those groups bombed the peace conferences that Relena and I, along with hundreds of others, were at. For that they deserve whatever hell Heero sends them to. And I was angry when they killed me.
Now I know only joy and hope. Now I know. I know the pain was worth it. And I know I will not feel the anger. I have distanced myself from these emotions, from hate and fear and anger. I left those behind with my body on earth. They will be only a memory. A bittersweet memory here in a field of flowers, beside my friends, and finally at peace.
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As always let me know what you think about this!
You can e-mail me at neekabe@canoemail.com
In a Field of Flowers
Emotions…they're strange things.
I am sitting in the middle of a field. It is a meeting place for the people here. The sun is setting, birds are singing. Everything here is… right.
Relena is sitting nearby, watching the sun set. She looks a little resigned but hopeful at the same time. I can tell she misses Heero, but she does know that he will be here soon. She knows her fiancé. No force on earth could keep him from her for long.
I remember happiness. The day he proposed to her. We had all hoped that he would find a way to give up his war finally. But none of us really expected it. The look on her face that night at my house was pure joy, and even the ever stoic Heero had softened slightly. However, any threat to Relena brought out the single-minded soldier he had once been. And woe betides any one who stood between Heero and his mission.
I think of that day long ago when I did stand between Heero and his goal. I remember fear. Fear that I would die, but overpowering that was fear for Trowa; Fear that my foolishness would cause Trowa's death. I remember fear when the first explosions ripped through the building. Fear for lives lost, fear for the lasting peace. But that was soon buried. I didn't have time for that. I had to make sure people got out safely.
Then I remember anger. I was angry when the war killed my father, my sister. I was angry with the White Fang, Romefeller, OZ; all of them for making the war live on. I was angry when the remnants of those groups bombed the peace conferences that Relena and I, along with hundreds of others, were at. For that they deserve whatever hell Heero sends them to. And I was angry when they killed me.
Now I know only joy and hope. Now I know. I know the pain was worth it. And I know I will not feel the anger. I have distanced myself from these emotions, from hate and fear and anger. I left those behind with my body on earth. They will be only a memory. A bittersweet memory here in a field of flowers, beside my friends, and finally at peace.
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