~*Duo*~
If you had to do something, but you didn't want to do it, didn't see a reason why you had to do it, couldn't understand why anyone should make you do it, would you resist, or just do what you had to do?
I guess I'm stalling. I'm outside Angela's room. Camilla's room. She's making everyone call her Camilla again. I guess that means its started again. I don't want to go in. I just want to stay outside in this corridor forever, waiting to be admitted, but never entering.
Have you ever been alone? Really and truly alone? Have you ever been so alone for so long that you wonder whether or not you're dreaming? And then you realise you're not, and you wonder if the whole world is gone and it's only you. It's like that for me all the time now. I can be sitting in class, but I won't hear anything, except for her voice in my head. I'll be replaying a conversation we had at some point, or listening to her singing. And I'll look around and there'll be nobody there. They're all sitting there, thinking or writing or talking or whatever, but they're not really there. I'll be all alone in the room, with only her voice in my head.
Or I'll be at lunch. But everything is moving really really slowly. It feels like someone has turned the volume down and put everything on slow motion. People are shouting and laughing and talking to me and all I can hear is the soft sound of her laughter in my head. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going crazy, sometimes I just enjoy a muted world.
So right now I'm outside her room, and I cant hear anything, and there's no one in the corridor, just me, and I'm wishing that I wouldn't have to move. I like it here just fine. The hard chair is not hurting me, although I know I'll feel pain if I move I'll feel the plastic digging into my spine. All I want to do is sit outside here not moving. And I want to cry. Because I have to go in there and kill my girlfriend.
~*Hilde*~
I can see him sitting in his chair outside her room. He's not moving which is the first thing to tell me something is wrong. Duo never stops moving. Whether he's drumming his fingers on the table or using his fingers as drumsticks against his legs, he's always moving.
So I guess that's what led me to see the next out of place thing. He was wearing his old outfit. The priest look. He never dresses like that. His style is baggy jeans and a stupid T-shirt. And he's wearing his cap. He doesn't wear his cap, it reminds him too much of the war.
"'Sup?"
"Nothing." He doesn't want to talk to me. I can understand that. He's a guy, I'm a girl, and he may not want to say some stuff to me. But I try again anyway.
"You can tell me, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, tell me? Is it about Camilla?" I knew Camilla from school. She was ok, but I wasn't friends with her. I guess I was a bit bitter about her having Duo. I liked the guy, a lot. But I will admit that those two suited each other right down to the ground. Both had the same sense of humour. "cos I don't mind if you tell me whats on your mind, even about her."
"Kind of about her. Guess I'm just tired mainly. Why are you here?"
Ek. I hadn't really prepared an alibi. I had mainly come to see if I could squeeze gossip from Camilla, or Duo. "To see her. I guess enough is enough. I shouldn't be bitter or anything. Just came to give her some flowers." I held up the bunch of carnations I'd bought at the gift shop, as though that verified my story. But he looked surprised.
"Bitter? Why should you be bitter towards her? Don't you two get along or something?" he honestly didn't know. Jesus, boys can be so dense.
"Never mind." I rolled my eyes, exasperated. Suddenly, I didn't want to be around for very much longer. "Tell you what, you give these to her. I just remembered that I have to go pick up Faye from her job. Will Heero be home now?"
"Yeah. Should be." He sunk back into his reverie, and accepted the flowers I tossed at him. I guess I threw them with a bit more force than I had intended, because he looked up at me with a weird look.
"Hilde? Are you. mad at me? Did I do something to offend you?" he looked genuinely confused.
"No, you're just. Duo, I guess. You confuse me, but I'm used to it." I figured he'd ask me more if I hung around so I just bent down and kissed him on the cheek. I felt him blush, but his skin was ice cold. "See ya around, Duo. See ya around." I waved goodbye to him as I pushed through the doors at the end of the corridor. Shit. I still didn't have any gossip to tell Faye. Oh well, she was going o have to ask Heero, because I was fed up sniffing around.
~* Angela/ Camilla *~
"Michael! Stop that!" I screamed, gasping for my breath. When I looked at him he had this sheepish look on his face and he was blushing.
"Ok. I will." He said, then he just moved back to his bed. I looked at him, then at James, pretending to sleep with his back to the door. But I could see his face. He was laughing and gesturing wildly underneath the bedclothes at the door.
I bit my lip and put my hands on my hips, still facing the outside window with my back to the door.
"Duo, " I said, in a very false stage whisper "is standing right behind me, looking shocked, isn't he?"
Unable to keep his mouth shut any longer, James sat up and pushed the bedclothes down, annoyingly piping up " indeedy doody!"
"Well, I'm sorry. I seem to have. interrupted something. I'll be leaving now..." Duo sounded shattered, shocked, and scandalised. I turned around and ran towards him.
"No! It's not what you think! We were doing ballet and Michael was supposed to be lifting me, but I started tickling him and he was just tickling back. It was all perfectly innocent." I looked at him with big doe eyes. "I promise. Girl scouts honour."
"Ang- Camilla, you were never a Girl Scout." He reminded me.
"Well Inspector Crusoe, " I scolded "the thought's what counts."
"Hn." God, he was starting to remind me of how Heero used to be. No fun, all serious and. quiet.
"Come on hun, why you being like this?" I glided forward and put my arms around his waist, running my fingers along his ribs. "Don't you love me no more?" I looked up at him again, but there was something weird going on. His body had remained stiff under my arms, and he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking past me, not even acknowledging that I was there. Then, he gently put his arms under mine and dislodged my grip.
"We need to talk. Alone please." His tone frightened me. I had never heard him speak like this before, serious and grave and scary almost.
"O.ok. I have permission to.to." I gestured past the window, indicating the hospital grounds outside.
"Good." He thrust a bunch of flowers at me, but it wasn't a gesture filled with any emotion, it was just. perfunctory. I already had a bad feeling about this.
~*Hilde*~
I can't remember exactly how I came to hear their conversation. Ok, I can, I was eavesdropping. But can you blame me? These two were like the It couple. They were perfect. I just wanted to hear a little bit of what went on behind the perfection. Anyway, I was just minding my own business, at least I didn't follow them. They came to me.
I was sitting on a bench in the hospital grounds, out by the cemetery. I was watching the sea break on the beach below the cliffs. The tide was out, so I could just about see the shore from where I was sitting. I heard them move towards me and I was about to saw hello when I noticed that something didn't seem quite right. Duo had this look about him, you know that look of someone about to do something they don't really want to do, but feel they have to, like the kid who knocks down some old lady's mail box because his friends tell him it's a cool thing to do. He was walking kind of stiffly, kicking this can ahead of him. Angela/Camilla trailed behind, her nose buried in the carnations and walking with the grace of a dancer. They couldn't see me; I was behind the branches of this huge old oak tree. I couldn't help but gasp when I saw her. I hadn't seen her for a few weeks, and she was thinner than I could've imagined. Her legs were like thin poles, I didn't doubt that it took a lot of strength and energy just walking. Her elbows jutted out beneath the thin dancers wrap-around shirt, and the gap between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her skirt showed a waist small enough for me to be able to fit my hands around. I also saw a few ribs, in harsh, 3-D relief, the skin seemed to cling so tightly to her every bone. Emaciation made her face look more like a skull than anything, her cheekbones high and strangely, sickeningly beautiful. Her sunken eyes seemed to convey a sense of mysterious loss and pain.
I started being able to make out what they were saying, and to my horror, they were still heading towards me. I don't know what they would've said if they'd found me.
"So, how are you doing here? Are they treating you well?" duo's voice was also stiff, it seemed to give out the impression of emotionless speech. It wasn't a question asked by someone who cared, it was a question asked because the person asking thought it was the polite thing to do.
But if Angela/Camilla noticed, she pretended not to. "It's ok here, I guess. Can we sit down, I'm getting a bit tired." I wasn't surprised, as I had thought; it was taking up so much of her energy just walking.
"Ok. Here, this bench seems free of bird droppings." Oh god no, I thought as they sat down not ten feet away from me. They had their backs to me though, so thankfully they wouldn't see me if I chose to slip away. "How's your weight? Have you lost, gained, changed at all?"
"Um. I've lost two pounds since you last saw me."
"So where does that leave you? 86? 87?"
" Duo, you surprise me. 83 lbs. I thought you knew that." She seemed slightly hurt that he had forgotten her great achievement. But I hardly noticed that. I was goggling over this new information I was hearing. 83 pounds? That was. was that even possible? I tried to remember how much I weighed. Jeez, I must be at least 130, maybe 140 lbs. I felt my face burn with mild embarrassment. Angela/Camilla was an inch taller than me, and about 50 lbs. lighter. But then my face stopped burning when I considered whether or not I wanted to look like her. I decided I definitely did not.
"Wow, 83. That's. that's really wonderful for you. How's other stuff?"
She smiled, and I could hear the smile in her voice, it was nice to hear her smile. "It's weird now, because if I don't move for like ten minutes, my whole body goes weird. And sometimes, I'll just be normal, you know? And suddenly my whole head'll start tingling. It's weird, it's like when you feel the pipes behind a wall, and I think 'I'm feeling the pipes in my brain!' " She made a loose gesture with her hand, swirled it around her right temple. "It's funny, but it kinda comforts me. At least I know it's still working."
Duo removed his cap and ran a hand through his hair, then replaced the cap and began fiddling with the end of his braid. "Listen." he paused, seeing to think about what to say next, and then seeming to just decide not to carry on. There was at least a minute's silence before Angela/Camilla spoke. But this time the smiles and laughter had left her voice.
"I don't like the sound of this Duo. I want to know whats going on. Please just tell me. Don't leave me hanging here like a rag doll." Even I could hear the hurt in her voice. If Duo couldn't see how much he was hurting this strange and eerily beautiful creature, then he really was as dense as I thought.
"I've been thinking," In the split second that he paused, I prayed that he wouldn't say the two words that I knew would come next. "About us." After he said that, I prayed she had enough strength left in her bones to slap him. "I think that me being with you is doing you more harm than good. I'm worried about you. I really am. Thin is beauty, I know that, but how thin is too thin? When will you stop?"
There was a pause, and I noticed some small pink carnation petals begin to fall to the ground. I imagined those long slender fingers reaching into that bunch of flowers and carefully removing each petal. I imagined her doing this with as much care as a surgeon, carefully moving his tools around in her body of another human. Or a mother, carefully moving the hair of a young child out of its eyes.
"Have you ever wanted o fade?" her voice was unwavering, calm, but I sensed a ripple of something pure and untainted flowing through her speech. "Have you ever thought about yourself in the world, considered how insignificant you really are in the scheme of things? Have you ever just wanted to fade away, into a corner, and then totally just blink out of existence? Not even blink, blink is too large an action, just... ripple out of existence. So that no one notices you starting to fade, and no one notices that you left. Eventually, they'll forget to notice you were there in the first place. I'd rather be a never-was and never-will-be than a has-been. I'm not anything Duo. I just want to be a small ripple in the ocean. I just want to ripple."
"But Angela! You're beautiful! You're wonderful and funny and attractive and kind and best of all, you're all those things all at once. How can you not see that?"
"I ask you Duo," her voice was cool now, and it reminded me of someone else, I couldn't remember whom, but I associated that tone with the war, some woman from the war. But who? I struggled to remember as she carried on. "Will I ever be the most beautiful? The most wonderful? The funniest? The most attractive? The kindest? No. So whats the point in even carrying on? I will not waste my life trying to be something I can never be." I had it. She sounded like colonel Une.
"Angela, living is never a waste of life. Dying is a waste of life."
" Duo, we are born to die. Every second of our lives we get a little closer to dying. From the very moment we are born we start dying. The only thing that happens to every single person in the world is that they die. All of them. We are born to die."
"But-" but her now icy tone cut him short.
"I think you'd better go now. I have to go inside." She got up and started walking towards the hospital again. She didn't look back, for which I was thankful. If she had seen me sitting on my bench and crying, I don't know what she would have thought. The carnation petals continued to trail out behind her, like some joke version of a bridesmaid's petal throwing. I don't know when Duo left; I sat there on my bench for ten minutes before sneaking away. But he was still there when I left, and I think he might've stayed for a lot longer after that.
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Ok, this is the last real chapter, after this there is just the epilogue.
I had quite a few different endings for this Fic, and it could have carried on for quite a few more chapters, but my verifier deemed some of them a bit. graphic. Also, concerning the use of Hilde in this fic, well, I needed someone to be there, and the very day I happened to be looking out for someone to make into an objective viewer, dear old Hilde popped up in an episode of Gundam Wing I was watching. Also, I thought that a little bit of bitterness never made a Fanfic any worse, and who has a better reason to be bitter towards Angela than Hilde, who is soo obviously smitten with my Baby- D?
So this is the end guys, it's been nice Fic-ing with you. I hope you enjoyed this Fic, and I hope that if you liked it you'll try reading some of my other ones.
But don't forget to read the Epilogue!!!!!!
If you had to do something, but you didn't want to do it, didn't see a reason why you had to do it, couldn't understand why anyone should make you do it, would you resist, or just do what you had to do?
I guess I'm stalling. I'm outside Angela's room. Camilla's room. She's making everyone call her Camilla again. I guess that means its started again. I don't want to go in. I just want to stay outside in this corridor forever, waiting to be admitted, but never entering.
Have you ever been alone? Really and truly alone? Have you ever been so alone for so long that you wonder whether or not you're dreaming? And then you realise you're not, and you wonder if the whole world is gone and it's only you. It's like that for me all the time now. I can be sitting in class, but I won't hear anything, except for her voice in my head. I'll be replaying a conversation we had at some point, or listening to her singing. And I'll look around and there'll be nobody there. They're all sitting there, thinking or writing or talking or whatever, but they're not really there. I'll be all alone in the room, with only her voice in my head.
Or I'll be at lunch. But everything is moving really really slowly. It feels like someone has turned the volume down and put everything on slow motion. People are shouting and laughing and talking to me and all I can hear is the soft sound of her laughter in my head. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going crazy, sometimes I just enjoy a muted world.
So right now I'm outside her room, and I cant hear anything, and there's no one in the corridor, just me, and I'm wishing that I wouldn't have to move. I like it here just fine. The hard chair is not hurting me, although I know I'll feel pain if I move I'll feel the plastic digging into my spine. All I want to do is sit outside here not moving. And I want to cry. Because I have to go in there and kill my girlfriend.
~*Hilde*~
I can see him sitting in his chair outside her room. He's not moving which is the first thing to tell me something is wrong. Duo never stops moving. Whether he's drumming his fingers on the table or using his fingers as drumsticks against his legs, he's always moving.
So I guess that's what led me to see the next out of place thing. He was wearing his old outfit. The priest look. He never dresses like that. His style is baggy jeans and a stupid T-shirt. And he's wearing his cap. He doesn't wear his cap, it reminds him too much of the war.
"'Sup?"
"Nothing." He doesn't want to talk to me. I can understand that. He's a guy, I'm a girl, and he may not want to say some stuff to me. But I try again anyway.
"You can tell me, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"So, tell me? Is it about Camilla?" I knew Camilla from school. She was ok, but I wasn't friends with her. I guess I was a bit bitter about her having Duo. I liked the guy, a lot. But I will admit that those two suited each other right down to the ground. Both had the same sense of humour. "cos I don't mind if you tell me whats on your mind, even about her."
"Kind of about her. Guess I'm just tired mainly. Why are you here?"
Ek. I hadn't really prepared an alibi. I had mainly come to see if I could squeeze gossip from Camilla, or Duo. "To see her. I guess enough is enough. I shouldn't be bitter or anything. Just came to give her some flowers." I held up the bunch of carnations I'd bought at the gift shop, as though that verified my story. But he looked surprised.
"Bitter? Why should you be bitter towards her? Don't you two get along or something?" he honestly didn't know. Jesus, boys can be so dense.
"Never mind." I rolled my eyes, exasperated. Suddenly, I didn't want to be around for very much longer. "Tell you what, you give these to her. I just remembered that I have to go pick up Faye from her job. Will Heero be home now?"
"Yeah. Should be." He sunk back into his reverie, and accepted the flowers I tossed at him. I guess I threw them with a bit more force than I had intended, because he looked up at me with a weird look.
"Hilde? Are you. mad at me? Did I do something to offend you?" he looked genuinely confused.
"No, you're just. Duo, I guess. You confuse me, but I'm used to it." I figured he'd ask me more if I hung around so I just bent down and kissed him on the cheek. I felt him blush, but his skin was ice cold. "See ya around, Duo. See ya around." I waved goodbye to him as I pushed through the doors at the end of the corridor. Shit. I still didn't have any gossip to tell Faye. Oh well, she was going o have to ask Heero, because I was fed up sniffing around.
~* Angela/ Camilla *~
"Michael! Stop that!" I screamed, gasping for my breath. When I looked at him he had this sheepish look on his face and he was blushing.
"Ok. I will." He said, then he just moved back to his bed. I looked at him, then at James, pretending to sleep with his back to the door. But I could see his face. He was laughing and gesturing wildly underneath the bedclothes at the door.
I bit my lip and put my hands on my hips, still facing the outside window with my back to the door.
"Duo, " I said, in a very false stage whisper "is standing right behind me, looking shocked, isn't he?"
Unable to keep his mouth shut any longer, James sat up and pushed the bedclothes down, annoyingly piping up " indeedy doody!"
"Well, I'm sorry. I seem to have. interrupted something. I'll be leaving now..." Duo sounded shattered, shocked, and scandalised. I turned around and ran towards him.
"No! It's not what you think! We were doing ballet and Michael was supposed to be lifting me, but I started tickling him and he was just tickling back. It was all perfectly innocent." I looked at him with big doe eyes. "I promise. Girl scouts honour."
"Ang- Camilla, you were never a Girl Scout." He reminded me.
"Well Inspector Crusoe, " I scolded "the thought's what counts."
"Hn." God, he was starting to remind me of how Heero used to be. No fun, all serious and. quiet.
"Come on hun, why you being like this?" I glided forward and put my arms around his waist, running my fingers along his ribs. "Don't you love me no more?" I looked up at him again, but there was something weird going on. His body had remained stiff under my arms, and he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking past me, not even acknowledging that I was there. Then, he gently put his arms under mine and dislodged my grip.
"We need to talk. Alone please." His tone frightened me. I had never heard him speak like this before, serious and grave and scary almost.
"O.ok. I have permission to.to." I gestured past the window, indicating the hospital grounds outside.
"Good." He thrust a bunch of flowers at me, but it wasn't a gesture filled with any emotion, it was just. perfunctory. I already had a bad feeling about this.
~*Hilde*~
I can't remember exactly how I came to hear their conversation. Ok, I can, I was eavesdropping. But can you blame me? These two were like the It couple. They were perfect. I just wanted to hear a little bit of what went on behind the perfection. Anyway, I was just minding my own business, at least I didn't follow them. They came to me.
I was sitting on a bench in the hospital grounds, out by the cemetery. I was watching the sea break on the beach below the cliffs. The tide was out, so I could just about see the shore from where I was sitting. I heard them move towards me and I was about to saw hello when I noticed that something didn't seem quite right. Duo had this look about him, you know that look of someone about to do something they don't really want to do, but feel they have to, like the kid who knocks down some old lady's mail box because his friends tell him it's a cool thing to do. He was walking kind of stiffly, kicking this can ahead of him. Angela/Camilla trailed behind, her nose buried in the carnations and walking with the grace of a dancer. They couldn't see me; I was behind the branches of this huge old oak tree. I couldn't help but gasp when I saw her. I hadn't seen her for a few weeks, and she was thinner than I could've imagined. Her legs were like thin poles, I didn't doubt that it took a lot of strength and energy just walking. Her elbows jutted out beneath the thin dancers wrap-around shirt, and the gap between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her skirt showed a waist small enough for me to be able to fit my hands around. I also saw a few ribs, in harsh, 3-D relief, the skin seemed to cling so tightly to her every bone. Emaciation made her face look more like a skull than anything, her cheekbones high and strangely, sickeningly beautiful. Her sunken eyes seemed to convey a sense of mysterious loss and pain.
I started being able to make out what they were saying, and to my horror, they were still heading towards me. I don't know what they would've said if they'd found me.
"So, how are you doing here? Are they treating you well?" duo's voice was also stiff, it seemed to give out the impression of emotionless speech. It wasn't a question asked by someone who cared, it was a question asked because the person asking thought it was the polite thing to do.
But if Angela/Camilla noticed, she pretended not to. "It's ok here, I guess. Can we sit down, I'm getting a bit tired." I wasn't surprised, as I had thought; it was taking up so much of her energy just walking.
"Ok. Here, this bench seems free of bird droppings." Oh god no, I thought as they sat down not ten feet away from me. They had their backs to me though, so thankfully they wouldn't see me if I chose to slip away. "How's your weight? Have you lost, gained, changed at all?"
"Um. I've lost two pounds since you last saw me."
"So where does that leave you? 86? 87?"
" Duo, you surprise me. 83 lbs. I thought you knew that." She seemed slightly hurt that he had forgotten her great achievement. But I hardly noticed that. I was goggling over this new information I was hearing. 83 pounds? That was. was that even possible? I tried to remember how much I weighed. Jeez, I must be at least 130, maybe 140 lbs. I felt my face burn with mild embarrassment. Angela/Camilla was an inch taller than me, and about 50 lbs. lighter. But then my face stopped burning when I considered whether or not I wanted to look like her. I decided I definitely did not.
"Wow, 83. That's. that's really wonderful for you. How's other stuff?"
She smiled, and I could hear the smile in her voice, it was nice to hear her smile. "It's weird now, because if I don't move for like ten minutes, my whole body goes weird. And sometimes, I'll just be normal, you know? And suddenly my whole head'll start tingling. It's weird, it's like when you feel the pipes behind a wall, and I think 'I'm feeling the pipes in my brain!' " She made a loose gesture with her hand, swirled it around her right temple. "It's funny, but it kinda comforts me. At least I know it's still working."
Duo removed his cap and ran a hand through his hair, then replaced the cap and began fiddling with the end of his braid. "Listen." he paused, seeing to think about what to say next, and then seeming to just decide not to carry on. There was at least a minute's silence before Angela/Camilla spoke. But this time the smiles and laughter had left her voice.
"I don't like the sound of this Duo. I want to know whats going on. Please just tell me. Don't leave me hanging here like a rag doll." Even I could hear the hurt in her voice. If Duo couldn't see how much he was hurting this strange and eerily beautiful creature, then he really was as dense as I thought.
"I've been thinking," In the split second that he paused, I prayed that he wouldn't say the two words that I knew would come next. "About us." After he said that, I prayed she had enough strength left in her bones to slap him. "I think that me being with you is doing you more harm than good. I'm worried about you. I really am. Thin is beauty, I know that, but how thin is too thin? When will you stop?"
There was a pause, and I noticed some small pink carnation petals begin to fall to the ground. I imagined those long slender fingers reaching into that bunch of flowers and carefully removing each petal. I imagined her doing this with as much care as a surgeon, carefully moving his tools around in her body of another human. Or a mother, carefully moving the hair of a young child out of its eyes.
"Have you ever wanted o fade?" her voice was unwavering, calm, but I sensed a ripple of something pure and untainted flowing through her speech. "Have you ever thought about yourself in the world, considered how insignificant you really are in the scheme of things? Have you ever just wanted to fade away, into a corner, and then totally just blink out of existence? Not even blink, blink is too large an action, just... ripple out of existence. So that no one notices you starting to fade, and no one notices that you left. Eventually, they'll forget to notice you were there in the first place. I'd rather be a never-was and never-will-be than a has-been. I'm not anything Duo. I just want to be a small ripple in the ocean. I just want to ripple."
"But Angela! You're beautiful! You're wonderful and funny and attractive and kind and best of all, you're all those things all at once. How can you not see that?"
"I ask you Duo," her voice was cool now, and it reminded me of someone else, I couldn't remember whom, but I associated that tone with the war, some woman from the war. But who? I struggled to remember as she carried on. "Will I ever be the most beautiful? The most wonderful? The funniest? The most attractive? The kindest? No. So whats the point in even carrying on? I will not waste my life trying to be something I can never be." I had it. She sounded like colonel Une.
"Angela, living is never a waste of life. Dying is a waste of life."
" Duo, we are born to die. Every second of our lives we get a little closer to dying. From the very moment we are born we start dying. The only thing that happens to every single person in the world is that they die. All of them. We are born to die."
"But-" but her now icy tone cut him short.
"I think you'd better go now. I have to go inside." She got up and started walking towards the hospital again. She didn't look back, for which I was thankful. If she had seen me sitting on my bench and crying, I don't know what she would have thought. The carnation petals continued to trail out behind her, like some joke version of a bridesmaid's petal throwing. I don't know when Duo left; I sat there on my bench for ten minutes before sneaking away. But he was still there when I left, and I think he might've stayed for a lot longer after that.
************
Ok, this is the last real chapter, after this there is just the epilogue.
I had quite a few different endings for this Fic, and it could have carried on for quite a few more chapters, but my verifier deemed some of them a bit. graphic. Also, concerning the use of Hilde in this fic, well, I needed someone to be there, and the very day I happened to be looking out for someone to make into an objective viewer, dear old Hilde popped up in an episode of Gundam Wing I was watching. Also, I thought that a little bit of bitterness never made a Fanfic any worse, and who has a better reason to be bitter towards Angela than Hilde, who is soo obviously smitten with my Baby- D?
So this is the end guys, it's been nice Fic-ing with you. I hope you enjoyed this Fic, and I hope that if you liked it you'll try reading some of my other ones.
But don't forget to read the Epilogue!!!!!!