Disclaimers: Yeah yeah, I don't own any part of gundam wing, what so ever.
Warnings: This is a 2x1, 1x2 paring. Just incase you wanted to know.
Author's Notes: Well... here's the second part. I'm still not sure why I'm writting this. I'm so much better at
writting humor than this angsty sappy stuff. This chapter is also a lot shorter than the other one. Hope you
like it anyways.
Why Do I Miss You?
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Now feeling more depressed than usual, I decided I'd go back to my room. Of coarse, that's apparently not
where my feet wanted to go.
I somehow found myself sitting at one of the boat's bars sitting on one of those round stool chair things that
move side-to-side.
I guess I ordered a drink because the bartender placed something in front of me. I gave him the money and
sat there staring at the drink like it was insulting me or something. You know the good thing about getting
drunk on a cruise boat is that you can't get in a car and crash, the bad thing.... well, you're drunk and when
you actually come back to reality you might be in some weird place that you didn't mean to get to.
I considered my options of drinking it and I decided that I've got nothing to lose anyways. I picked up the
glass and drank the whole thing down in one gulp. Beats me what it was but it really hit the spot.
I ordered about five more and started to see doubles of everything. Now there were two bartenders, there
looked to be about ten glasses in front of me, there were two counters, two Heero's. No, no Heero. Heero
left me. It's just a hallucination from me being so drunk. Too many drinks. No Heero. I'm all alone.
I felt someone take something out of my pockett but I guess I was too drunk to do anything about it. Next
thing I knew, two hands were lifting me out of my seat and carrying me somewhere. I guess I passed out cuz
when I opened my eyes, it was morning and I was laying in my bed, with my head aching like hell.
What exactly happened? How did I get here? I remembered that someone carried me but, nothing else. I
looked around my room to see if anyone else was here but, there was no one. I was all alone. A part of me
wished that there was some strange person sitting in one of the chairs, just so I wouldn't be alone. I hate
being alone.
That's when a tear fell down my face. One single tear that broke me and made more tears come tumbling
down my face. So I sat there in my bed, crying. Crying because I was all alone. Crying because Heero left
me. Crying because my world was over.
TBC....?
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Author's Notes: Well this doesn't seem to be lighting up at all. Oh well. Please review!
Warnings: This is a 2x1, 1x2 paring. Just incase you wanted to know.
Author's Notes: Well... here's the second part. I'm still not sure why I'm writting this. I'm so much better at
writting humor than this angsty sappy stuff. This chapter is also a lot shorter than the other one. Hope you
like it anyways.
Why Do I Miss You?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now feeling more depressed than usual, I decided I'd go back to my room. Of coarse, that's apparently not
where my feet wanted to go.
I somehow found myself sitting at one of the boat's bars sitting on one of those round stool chair things that
move side-to-side.
I guess I ordered a drink because the bartender placed something in front of me. I gave him the money and
sat there staring at the drink like it was insulting me or something. You know the good thing about getting
drunk on a cruise boat is that you can't get in a car and crash, the bad thing.... well, you're drunk and when
you actually come back to reality you might be in some weird place that you didn't mean to get to.
I considered my options of drinking it and I decided that I've got nothing to lose anyways. I picked up the
glass and drank the whole thing down in one gulp. Beats me what it was but it really hit the spot.
I ordered about five more and started to see doubles of everything. Now there were two bartenders, there
looked to be about ten glasses in front of me, there were two counters, two Heero's. No, no Heero. Heero
left me. It's just a hallucination from me being so drunk. Too many drinks. No Heero. I'm all alone.
I felt someone take something out of my pockett but I guess I was too drunk to do anything about it. Next
thing I knew, two hands were lifting me out of my seat and carrying me somewhere. I guess I passed out cuz
when I opened my eyes, it was morning and I was laying in my bed, with my head aching like hell.
What exactly happened? How did I get here? I remembered that someone carried me but, nothing else. I
looked around my room to see if anyone else was here but, there was no one. I was all alone. A part of me
wished that there was some strange person sitting in one of the chairs, just so I wouldn't be alone. I hate
being alone.
That's when a tear fell down my face. One single tear that broke me and made more tears come tumbling
down my face. So I sat there in my bed, crying. Crying because I was all alone. Crying because Heero left
me. Crying because my world was over.
TBC....?
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Author's Notes: Well this doesn't seem to be lighting up at all. Oh well. Please review!