Note: This is the final part already, a very short one too O.o Again,
Irvine's P.O.V only this time much sappier [which reminds me, I think I
made him too feminine with his emotions] XD. Blame it to Enrique Iglsias
song 'Hero' **throws solid sailor scout chibi figure to the sound component
'STOP THE DAMN SONG'!!***
Abata mo Ekibo (Love is blind)
By RaVen0us
Final chapter: Always
After both of our birthdays (and rather explicit celebrations), I was forced to separate from him due to my involvement in a particular mission Flyheight needs me at in some republican area. I had to leave him in a couple of months, for a week to go to some town in the republic (again) and join some competition. I spent the last three nights before I left crying to him and with him. Which is so pathetically absurd, to think between the two of us---I'm the one who has more in control of my emotions. Now, I just seem not to have that kind of control anymore. The last night we went around town, having a group night out and we spent the time holding each other, me, trying to control the tears from falling from my eyes the whole night. I came back to the base a looking the likes of a total shipwreck, and needing his love to be shown.
I couldn't live a *week* without him.
When I came back, I contacted him immediately at the Imperial headquarters and was filled with the utter joy of hearing his voice come through the receiver once again and into my ear. Since he claims he would be staying there for awhile, I keep calling him at least twice a day after I came back in some particular mission, but there was something different. He had concerned himself much with some other matters concerning the imperial army, and was not around to report at the military base much, and seemed less interested in me. We spent almost one more month at this uncomfortable stage, but our love continued to be shown. At least my stream of love for him never once faltered.
The last month was full of arguments, and I was told he needed some space-that I changed so much and that my obvious presence with him is bringing about scandalous rumors to his known name. I was appalled, torn to shreds by this news, that he will react to me like that-but maybe I also had my own part to blame, maybe, because I cared so much for him. I cared too much. I remembered just the week that I left for the republic, he told me before I left he couldn't live without me, that he needed me around all the time. I had grown dependent on this need of me, and now that he needed me no longer, I couldn't handle it. Call me a sissy, but yes, after that I cried the entire month.
Finally it came---
He told me over a less-than-civil letter addressed to my quarters, telling me of how his older brother, the man I'm trying to protect him from, Colonel Karl Schubaltz-- is giving him what he wanted in the way he wanted it--rape. It so happens that Karl has been gravely been suspicious of us these past few months, and that when I left, have became extremely possessive and jealous about his only brother, who in turn-admitted about our secretive passionate affair. I felt crushed, betrayed and heartbroken-- -my entire reason for being was gone. I felt as if there was nothing more in life that I should live for. I still loved him, more than I ever had, and he refuses my love at its strongest.
Our relationship lasted for 6 months and 23 days. But I felt as if my entire life happened in the short time and ended, when he told me he no longer loved me. A day after he sent the terminal letter, he spoke to me again, told me we would be still best friends. But I still loved him, more than a friend. I still do this day, though we have broken up since August. He is still a dear friend of mine, and I don't know if he knows I still love him as much as I did while we are together. He continues his friendly greetings, the typical banter, cooperating in the GF team during missions and sending occasional messages, but every time I see his name or see his picture, I remember our past, and it stings. But I no longer need his love.
It is only him I care about once again. His safety, his happiness. He is happy, and now in love with more than a few females (aside from Fiona), also claiming I've made him much more straight than he was before.. I am hurt, but I am happy for him as well. I will never forget how much he changed my life, and I will never stop loving him. I promised him I would never stop, and I will keep that promise.
That I swear to you, Lt. Thomas Schubaltz.
-END-
**-falls off chair and dodges flames- ah at last! One story done! Got two multi-part stories to finish _' whaddya people think? I'm insane or what? :P I think I made the couple a bit believable -.- although it will take another stupid Iglesias song to get me writing such a weird THING ever again XD. Please read and review! -Rav~chan**
Abata mo Ekibo (Love is blind)
By RaVen0us
Final chapter: Always
After both of our birthdays (and rather explicit celebrations), I was forced to separate from him due to my involvement in a particular mission Flyheight needs me at in some republican area. I had to leave him in a couple of months, for a week to go to some town in the republic (again) and join some competition. I spent the last three nights before I left crying to him and with him. Which is so pathetically absurd, to think between the two of us---I'm the one who has more in control of my emotions. Now, I just seem not to have that kind of control anymore. The last night we went around town, having a group night out and we spent the time holding each other, me, trying to control the tears from falling from my eyes the whole night. I came back to the base a looking the likes of a total shipwreck, and needing his love to be shown.
I couldn't live a *week* without him.
When I came back, I contacted him immediately at the Imperial headquarters and was filled with the utter joy of hearing his voice come through the receiver once again and into my ear. Since he claims he would be staying there for awhile, I keep calling him at least twice a day after I came back in some particular mission, but there was something different. He had concerned himself much with some other matters concerning the imperial army, and was not around to report at the military base much, and seemed less interested in me. We spent almost one more month at this uncomfortable stage, but our love continued to be shown. At least my stream of love for him never once faltered.
The last month was full of arguments, and I was told he needed some space-that I changed so much and that my obvious presence with him is bringing about scandalous rumors to his known name. I was appalled, torn to shreds by this news, that he will react to me like that-but maybe I also had my own part to blame, maybe, because I cared so much for him. I cared too much. I remembered just the week that I left for the republic, he told me before I left he couldn't live without me, that he needed me around all the time. I had grown dependent on this need of me, and now that he needed me no longer, I couldn't handle it. Call me a sissy, but yes, after that I cried the entire month.
Finally it came---
He told me over a less-than-civil letter addressed to my quarters, telling me of how his older brother, the man I'm trying to protect him from, Colonel Karl Schubaltz-- is giving him what he wanted in the way he wanted it--rape. It so happens that Karl has been gravely been suspicious of us these past few months, and that when I left, have became extremely possessive and jealous about his only brother, who in turn-admitted about our secretive passionate affair. I felt crushed, betrayed and heartbroken-- -my entire reason for being was gone. I felt as if there was nothing more in life that I should live for. I still loved him, more than I ever had, and he refuses my love at its strongest.
Our relationship lasted for 6 months and 23 days. But I felt as if my entire life happened in the short time and ended, when he told me he no longer loved me. A day after he sent the terminal letter, he spoke to me again, told me we would be still best friends. But I still loved him, more than a friend. I still do this day, though we have broken up since August. He is still a dear friend of mine, and I don't know if he knows I still love him as much as I did while we are together. He continues his friendly greetings, the typical banter, cooperating in the GF team during missions and sending occasional messages, but every time I see his name or see his picture, I remember our past, and it stings. But I no longer need his love.
It is only him I care about once again. His safety, his happiness. He is happy, and now in love with more than a few females (aside from Fiona), also claiming I've made him much more straight than he was before.. I am hurt, but I am happy for him as well. I will never forget how much he changed my life, and I will never stop loving him. I promised him I would never stop, and I will keep that promise.
That I swear to you, Lt. Thomas Schubaltz.
-END-
**-falls off chair and dodges flames- ah at last! One story done! Got two multi-part stories to finish _' whaddya people think? I'm insane or what? :P I think I made the couple a bit believable -.- although it will take another stupid Iglesias song to get me writing such a weird THING ever again XD. Please read and review! -Rav~chan**