Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and I am also not responsible for their creation nor did I have any part in their making. Even so, I love all the characters and enjoy taking full advantage in coming up with FanFictions for your enjoyment.
I sat as still as granite, glaring at the empty chair in front of me with a barely controlled temper. My mind was a mental void and my heart was resting in the pit of my stomach. I rubbed the bruise on the top of my hand, one of the several places the I.V. had been and shook my head sadly.
"You said you would be the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Do you not realize, Duo, that you were the only reason I held on to the only strand of life I had left?" I asked the vacant air, regret dripping off my voice.
I sat alone in the hospital lobby, being released eight o'clock that morning and it was currently four o'clock in the afternoon. No one had came to see me. No one had came to pick me up. I had to find out about Duo moving by digging around in the receptionist's desk. He had left me. Alone.
I raked a shaking hand through my long locks of soft, dark violet. When I thought my heart could never break again, he had given me that much hope, it was shattering into a thousand and one pieces, never to be put together again. I did not want it to. Not again. I did not know how to get ahold of Lady Une and truthfully did not have anywhere to go. I had been staying with Duo at the scrapyard, but he was gone. Gone.
It came to the time when I had to leave and I strolled aimlessly along the street curb, my hands like blocks of ice in my pockets. The autumn winds licked my skin and sent shivers up and down my spine. It felt like winter's eager, icy fingers were suffocating me; wishing me to never breathe again.
Finally, not only did the day become dark, but my mind began to cloud over with a pitch black haze as well. I saw a familiar face. A real one. Long brown hair curled around her chin and shoulders. Solemn brown eyes stared down at me. Lady Une, my mind registered. Another face flashed before my eyes. It belonged to the love of my life, Duo Maxwell. He was grinning at me, smiling and waving, but this was but a vision, a notion that had shortly crossed my mind. It did not last long, for moments later, my mind had shut down entirely and I did not even feel the pavement as its roughness brushed against my cheek, for I had collapsed in the dark alley.
A girl with hair just past her shoulders, it being the color of smashed grapes, sat quietly in a white, wicker chair. She had the build of one in the military, but the mind of a newborn. It was completely blank.
Another woman exited from the back door of the apartment and glided toward the other, a friendly smile on her face, "Good morning, Hilde."
"Morning." The girl replied, not a smile coming to her face, like Lady had wished for.
Lady Une cringed inwardly, pushing back tears that threatened to spill over their brims. The younger pilot, Hilde Schbeiker, her best friend, sat before her, not even knowing who she was and what was around her. Lady wanted so much to spill to Hilde that Duo had been called to a mission and that he had wanted so much to be there when she awakened, but he had been trapped in the assignment, unable to get free. Now this love-filled, young woman did not even remember him. Not a single recollection. Nothing.
