Disclaimer: It doesn't belong to me! This is tedious ^^;;
Notes: The first recent fic I've uploaded yet! I dunno. Not much to say about it.
Lucky
My is Hilde. Hilde Maxwell, envy of the neighborhood.
"She's one of the lucky ones," they say about me. Though I don't know about what they say behind my back. I guess in some ways, I _am_ lucky. I married my childhood sweetheart when we were just twenty, just before he went to war. Now, almost ten years later, he's long since back at home, still living, still breathing.
Maybe we shouldn't have gotten married. Things would've been different then. He wouldn't have felt obligated to come back to me. I wouldn't have felt obligated to let him stay.
His old war buddy, Heero, stopped by the other day. Heero, who entered the war at eighteen and came out at three hundred and four.
I stood outside the door to Duo's room, listening to their voices.
"So you went back to Relena afterward?"
"Yeah. She didn't understand me anymore, though. She said I was too quiet. We broke up a few years ago... But she was someone, you know? Anyone." Heero paused for a while. Regretting, I was sure. I knew the sound of it; I heard it almost constantly after all. "So how are things with Hilde and you? She's really the perfect pixie you described her as."
"Hm. Well, she's someone, you know?" I could hear the dry grin. "She tells me I'm too loud."
Well, he can be.
"Ah... You're just..." Words never came. "Right?"
"Exactly. You understand." He sighed. He was wondering why I couldn't understand. It was because I didn't want to anymore. I no longer wanted to try. I sometimes wished he had died.
"Looks like we're the only ones that get each other."
There was a fairly long moment of silence before Heero spoke up in a loud, rushed voice. "I think I should go now."
"I had almost forgotten that." My husband told him.
"I have been trying to."
I didn't want to imagine what they were talking about. I never like to think. Obviously, I never have.
I began walking down the hallway, carrying a load of laundry so it wouldn't look like I had been spying.
I thought about everything but anything, like how I'm still a child of war. I still never throw out bottle caps and I still draw lines on the backs of my legs out of habit. But I don't have a job anymore, and Rosie's out of style since HER husband came back.[1]
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Maxwell," Heero, standing in the entryway, told me on his way out.
"It was nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
"You'll visit again?" My husband asked.
Heero hesitated, then answered confidently, "Yes."
My husband broke into a wider grin (wider than he had ever used with me), and hugged Heero. "Good. We're old war buddies now, you know?"
Heero nodded and left.
I turned to my husband. I wanted him to be guilty, or at least to feel it. "I was never unfaithful to you. Ever." Except in my head.
Duo Maxwell looked at me for a moment, not meeting my eyes, turned, and walked into his bedroom without a word. I never could call it "our" bedroom.
Just his.
I hear regret loud in the halls.
And I'm Hilde Maxwell, one of the lucky ones.
Owari
[1]Just trying to set the era a bit. Making it obviously WWII. People collected bottle caps for metal for tanks, women drew lines on their legs to make it look like they wore stockings because all the nylon went for parachutes an such, and Hilde's just being a bit resentful and sarcastic about Rosie's husband coming back. She's referring to Rosie the Riviter, that girl with all the muscles on the famous poster that says "We can do it" across the bottom. You know what I'm talking about?
Notes: The first recent fic I've uploaded yet! I dunno. Not much to say about it.
Lucky
My is Hilde. Hilde Maxwell, envy of the neighborhood.
"She's one of the lucky ones," they say about me. Though I don't know about what they say behind my back. I guess in some ways, I _am_ lucky. I married my childhood sweetheart when we were just twenty, just before he went to war. Now, almost ten years later, he's long since back at home, still living, still breathing.
Maybe we shouldn't have gotten married. Things would've been different then. He wouldn't have felt obligated to come back to me. I wouldn't have felt obligated to let him stay.
His old war buddy, Heero, stopped by the other day. Heero, who entered the war at eighteen and came out at three hundred and four.
I stood outside the door to Duo's room, listening to their voices.
"So you went back to Relena afterward?"
"Yeah. She didn't understand me anymore, though. She said I was too quiet. We broke up a few years ago... But she was someone, you know? Anyone." Heero paused for a while. Regretting, I was sure. I knew the sound of it; I heard it almost constantly after all. "So how are things with Hilde and you? She's really the perfect pixie you described her as."
"Hm. Well, she's someone, you know?" I could hear the dry grin. "She tells me I'm too loud."
Well, he can be.
"Ah... You're just..." Words never came. "Right?"
"Exactly. You understand." He sighed. He was wondering why I couldn't understand. It was because I didn't want to anymore. I no longer wanted to try. I sometimes wished he had died.
"Looks like we're the only ones that get each other."
There was a fairly long moment of silence before Heero spoke up in a loud, rushed voice. "I think I should go now."
"I had almost forgotten that." My husband told him.
"I have been trying to."
I didn't want to imagine what they were talking about. I never like to think. Obviously, I never have.
I began walking down the hallway, carrying a load of laundry so it wouldn't look like I had been spying.
I thought about everything but anything, like how I'm still a child of war. I still never throw out bottle caps and I still draw lines on the backs of my legs out of habit. But I don't have a job anymore, and Rosie's out of style since HER husband came back.[1]
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Maxwell," Heero, standing in the entryway, told me on his way out.
"It was nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
"You'll visit again?" My husband asked.
Heero hesitated, then answered confidently, "Yes."
My husband broke into a wider grin (wider than he had ever used with me), and hugged Heero. "Good. We're old war buddies now, you know?"
Heero nodded and left.
I turned to my husband. I wanted him to be guilty, or at least to feel it. "I was never unfaithful to you. Ever." Except in my head.
Duo Maxwell looked at me for a moment, not meeting my eyes, turned, and walked into his bedroom without a word. I never could call it "our" bedroom.
Just his.
I hear regret loud in the halls.
And I'm Hilde Maxwell, one of the lucky ones.
Owari
[1]Just trying to set the era a bit. Making it obviously WWII. People collected bottle caps for metal for tanks, women drew lines on their legs to make it look like they wore stockings because all the nylon went for parachutes an such, and Hilde's just being a bit resentful and sarcastic about Rosie's husband coming back. She's referring to Rosie the Riviter, that girl with all the muscles on the famous poster that says "We can do it" across the bottom. You know what I'm talking about?