1 Faded Line

By: Lolo Winner

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or the song (By the way, the song is "Three Simple Words" by Finch)

"Heero, I'm glad you are here." Dorothy said without taking her eyes off the roses she was arranging in the vase.

"You wanted to see me?" He asked simply.

"You know what tomorrow is, right?"

He nodded, indicating that he knew. It was their two-year anniversary. Was this some sort of test? To make sure he remembered the stupid date? /God,/ Heero thought to himself, /I even bought her a ring, I remember what tomorrow is./

"You can go ahead and cancel those dinner reservations." She said, refusing to lock eyes with him.

"What's the matter? Are you sick or something?"

"No, it's nothing like that…" She trailed off. She picked up the vase and took it over to the sink to fill it with water. "It's over," she said suddenly as the water cascaded over the flush roses. "I don't want to see you anymore." She turned off the gold faucet and turned from the sink.

Heero grabbed her arm. It was a simple gesture to stop her, and to ask why. She was startled by the move and accidentally dropped the vase. Water and shards of blue and white glass sprayed all over the floor and all over their legs, but no one moved to clean up the mess. Heero stared into her eyes, and she back into his. She was amazed by the strange, saddened emotions his eyes held. "Why?" He said finally. It was all he could think of at the moment.

"Because I don't feel for you anymore." She said. She looked down at the vase on the floor, "You know that was dated back to the Ming Dynas-"

"I don't care about the stupid vase," Heero interrupted, " I'll buy you a new one if you want. I'm more concerned about our shattering relationship." Dorothy continued to stare at the vase, "There's someone else, isn't there?"

She flinched at the comment. She slowly looked up at him and as soon as their eyes met, she quickly turned away. He was still holding on to her arm, his grip on her arm tightened, "Who is it?" He asked sternly.

"Ow! Stop it, Heero, that hurts," Dorothy said as she struggled to get away from him.

"Who is it!?" He nearly yelled.

"Let go!" She said as she continued her struggle to get away.

He pulled her near him and grabbed her other arm, "Tell me who it is." The words came from between his clenched teeth as his grip instantly tightened around her slender arms.

Her eyes were filling with tears of fear. "Stop… stop it that hurts…" She stuttered with fear. "Let go of me!!" She yelled. Shocked at the sheer volume of her cry, he loosened up his grip upon her arms. Dorothy then backed away from him as fast as she could and ran up stairs with tears flowing down her cheeks.





Open up my eyes,

flood it with delight.

Another sleepless night turns colors black and white.

With all the things I've said,

There is just regret.

A BEATING IN MY HEAD!





Heero awoke suddenly. He was breathing heavily and his shirt was soaked in cold sweat. He took a look at the clock, and fell back onto the bed. He still had an hour before he had to get up. He started to think about what had just happened. Had that had been a dream? He didn't seem to know if it had been a dream or not. It all seemed too real. He felt the water and the pricks from the glass, he felt her arm, and saw the fear in her eyes. "It was real, wasn't it?" Heero said to himself.

This had been happening a lot lately. Dreaming and not knowing if it was a dream, or living and not knowing if it was real. He didn't know, maybe it was just his mind's way of trying to make sense of all that had happened to him. Or maybe he was just going through a stage where his dreams and reality cannot be distinguished from one another.





Time to close my eyes,

Forget about his mess.

Tried to fix this tragic loss of innocence.

But how can I forget

The things I haven't done,

When everything is dead?

I never wanted to hurt you,

More than I should.

I hope you're satisfied,

I never could.

TBC