Sorry this part isn't very long, but I'm working on the next chapter, so
don't worry, it'll be up soon.
Memories
"I can't do this, I can't go up there, It's too hard. I signed papers, I went to the funeral, but I can't go home. It's not happening."
"Duo, you have to. You've been here for three weeks. You need to sort out all of his things. It'll be good for you to start to move on." Quatre looked over at his friend sitting on the couch. It had almost been a month and Duo hadn't been home since the day Heero died. He wouldn't let anyone else in either. Duo had to borrow Trowa's suit for the funeral.
"Quatre, are you insane?!" Duo got up from his spot on the sofa and walked over to Quatre. "I loved him, and now he's gone. I'm never going to see him again, and I can't handle that."
Quatre sighed. He knew that Duo never wanted to touch Heero's things much less clear out his drawers and pack up his things. "Atleast go in there and get some things for yourself. You need to go get some clothes and other things if you're going to be staying here."
Duo hated Quatre right then, but he knew what he had to do. "Fine. I'll go. But I'm not sorting out anything, you got that?"
"That's fine. Do you want me to go with you?"
"No." Duo had a stern look in his eyes that told Quatre not to argue.
Duo got his keys and jacket and walked out to the car.
::What am I doing? I can't go in there...:: Just then, Duo pulled into their driveway, by force of habit.
::....but I have to.::
Duo unlocked the door and pushed it open. A wave of memories flooded over him as he walked in. Everything he had taken for granted suddenly held new importance to him. He took off his jacket and turned to the coat rack to see Heero's lone, black jacket hung on the hook. Duo couldn't even touch it. He decided that he wanted to keep his jacket on after all.
On the table was Heero's laptop, by that was a glass of water and on the floor were his boots. The only things that stood out now were Heero's.
Duo made his way to the bedroom, which would be hardest of all. The door was closed.
::Ok....here goes nothin.:: Duo took a deep breath and opened the door. Everything was still like it had been the day they had left, only one thing was missing.
"Clothes, clothes...then I'm out of here." Duo grabbed his bag that was by the door and walked over to the chest of drawers. He opened the second one from the top. Shirts. They had decided that they would share a drawer for everything instead of having 2 for everything. Without thinking, Duo grabbed everything on his side and dropped it into the bag, accidentally picking up Heero's beloved green tank top. This he didn't drop.
"Oh God, Heero, why the hell did you have to go out onto that battlefield? You weren't even supposed to be there." Duo sighed and looked at the shirt.
Duo sat down on the bed and held the small green fabric close to his face and let himself become engulfed in the scent of his love. He looked over and grab Heero's pillow, buried his face in it, and began to sob violently. He missed Heero more than anything, and would have done anything he could have to bring him back.
Memories
"I can't do this, I can't go up there, It's too hard. I signed papers, I went to the funeral, but I can't go home. It's not happening."
"Duo, you have to. You've been here for three weeks. You need to sort out all of his things. It'll be good for you to start to move on." Quatre looked over at his friend sitting on the couch. It had almost been a month and Duo hadn't been home since the day Heero died. He wouldn't let anyone else in either. Duo had to borrow Trowa's suit for the funeral.
"Quatre, are you insane?!" Duo got up from his spot on the sofa and walked over to Quatre. "I loved him, and now he's gone. I'm never going to see him again, and I can't handle that."
Quatre sighed. He knew that Duo never wanted to touch Heero's things much less clear out his drawers and pack up his things. "Atleast go in there and get some things for yourself. You need to go get some clothes and other things if you're going to be staying here."
Duo hated Quatre right then, but he knew what he had to do. "Fine. I'll go. But I'm not sorting out anything, you got that?"
"That's fine. Do you want me to go with you?"
"No." Duo had a stern look in his eyes that told Quatre not to argue.
Duo got his keys and jacket and walked out to the car.
::What am I doing? I can't go in there...:: Just then, Duo pulled into their driveway, by force of habit.
::....but I have to.::
Duo unlocked the door and pushed it open. A wave of memories flooded over him as he walked in. Everything he had taken for granted suddenly held new importance to him. He took off his jacket and turned to the coat rack to see Heero's lone, black jacket hung on the hook. Duo couldn't even touch it. He decided that he wanted to keep his jacket on after all.
On the table was Heero's laptop, by that was a glass of water and on the floor were his boots. The only things that stood out now were Heero's.
Duo made his way to the bedroom, which would be hardest of all. The door was closed.
::Ok....here goes nothin.:: Duo took a deep breath and opened the door. Everything was still like it had been the day they had left, only one thing was missing.
"Clothes, clothes...then I'm out of here." Duo grabbed his bag that was by the door and walked over to the chest of drawers. He opened the second one from the top. Shirts. They had decided that they would share a drawer for everything instead of having 2 for everything. Without thinking, Duo grabbed everything on his side and dropped it into the bag, accidentally picking up Heero's beloved green tank top. This he didn't drop.
"Oh God, Heero, why the hell did you have to go out onto that battlefield? You weren't even supposed to be there." Duo sighed and looked at the shirt.
Duo sat down on the bed and held the small green fabric close to his face and let himself become engulfed in the scent of his love. He looked over and grab Heero's pillow, buried his face in it, and began to sob violently. He missed Heero more than anything, and would have done anything he could have to bring him back.
