I know this is really short but I wanted to put this up as more of an addition to the previous chapters ^.^* SO read my tiny little bit and reflect on the small choices we all make in our lives adn how much they can change every thing about it.
AAAHHH! I'm once again reposting, don't worry this is hopefully the last time
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"ahem . . ."
Quatre and Trowa were sleeping on the couch snuggled against one another. Neither appeared happy, but there was a calmness surrounding them that few get out of sleep. Wufei sighed. He needed to get out. He had been meditating for a long time now trying to clear his head, but every time he did he realized how guarded he had become to Maxwell's noise and interference. Without it he was unnecessarily straining himself for something that would never come. His head was so wrought with emotion that he decided to take a walk, hopefully to distract himself. It was never a good idea to publicly expose their selves like this but what other option did he have? He would go insane if he didn't get out of there soon. It didn't appear that Heero was keeping up with their assigned missions either cause those quacky scientists often had at least a line up ready for them.
He took off down the road, taking in the scenery letting his mind wander. Instead of emptying his mind he let it fill with the gold and red hues of fall. Everything was so beautiful, so perfect, yet a it shouldn't be so. One of their best friends had died yesterday, and here was the world telling everyone how wonderful life could be.
His walk was interrupted by a slight snore coming from the side of the road, a sound only one with acute hearing could pick up. He debated whether or not to check it out, but decided against it. 'Probably some old drunk kicked out of the house,' Wufei muttered and continued on, not knowing what he was leaving behind.
TBC
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Hahahaha that was all . . . "STUPID WUFEI!" If I were reading this I would be thinking that (evil girin and chuckle are heard, crescendoing until a choking gasp is heard and a loud thiump)
AAAHHH! I'm once again reposting, don't worry this is hopefully the last time
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"ahem . . ."
Quatre and Trowa were sleeping on the couch snuggled against one another. Neither appeared happy, but there was a calmness surrounding them that few get out of sleep. Wufei sighed. He needed to get out. He had been meditating for a long time now trying to clear his head, but every time he did he realized how guarded he had become to Maxwell's noise and interference. Without it he was unnecessarily straining himself for something that would never come. His head was so wrought with emotion that he decided to take a walk, hopefully to distract himself. It was never a good idea to publicly expose their selves like this but what other option did he have? He would go insane if he didn't get out of there soon. It didn't appear that Heero was keeping up with their assigned missions either cause those quacky scientists often had at least a line up ready for them.
He took off down the road, taking in the scenery letting his mind wander. Instead of emptying his mind he let it fill with the gold and red hues of fall. Everything was so beautiful, so perfect, yet a it shouldn't be so. One of their best friends had died yesterday, and here was the world telling everyone how wonderful life could be.
His walk was interrupted by a slight snore coming from the side of the road, a sound only one with acute hearing could pick up. He debated whether or not to check it out, but decided against it. 'Probably some old drunk kicked out of the house,' Wufei muttered and continued on, not knowing what he was leaving behind.
TBC
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Hahahaha that was all . . . "STUPID WUFEI!" If I were reading this I would be thinking that (evil girin and chuckle are heard, crescendoing until a choking gasp is heard and a loud thiump)