8
Heero found himself reading up on love philosophy in the park later that day. When he finally realized what he was doing, he didn't know how long he'd been there or if he'd cried (well, he knew he hadn't cried). Somebody approached him from the right. He didn't look up to greet them. They stood right beside him.
"Mind if I sit down?" Relena.
"No." Heero muttered, scooting over.
"I'm sorry I'm so late. I thought you would call me—"
"I did." He cut her off sharply. She looked away. He looked at her wrist.
"That's a pretty bracelet." He commented.
"Thank you," she said, taking it into her other hand. Heero looked at her, then looked away. Relena did the same.
"How's your boyfriend?" Heero finally decided to ask.
"Vince? He's fine." Uttered Relena, surprised Heero even knew Vincent.
"Lucky bastard," he mumbled, "Got to be with you today. Or was it just your preference?"
"I can't believe you're acting so immature," she said quietly but angrily. "Look, the only reason I even bothered coming was to apologize. I'm sorry I didn't come. I'm sorry."
Heero kept reading as if he wasn't moved by the betrayal his heart felt. He remained silent, neither accepting nor refusing Relena's apology.
"Dammit, Heero, you act like you don't even care. You really don't, do you?" She fumed. Heero glanced at her then turned back to his book.
"Vincent was right! You don't love me! I hate you!" Relena exclaimed, tears in her eyes. She ran off. Heero dropped his book and stood up.
"Relena! Relena! Wait! Hey!" he called after her, immobilized by shock. Now Relena had a broken heart.