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First: * So many people have wanted me to continue, so I've decided just to post an epilogue, to give some insight. You can draw you own conclusions. =D *
Second: * No flames so far, I guess I haven't done enough to annoy people. Kidding! ^.^; As usual, you can contact me at: becky_sweet_16@hotmail.com. ^_^ *
Third: * Thanks for reviewing my last chapter, guys. =) Hope this is satisfactory. Here's to: BlueAngel, Mich Maxwell, D.A., Nini, veronica, Blossy, miyu, shi-shi, Airurando, Seiji Takayama, Little-shinigami, Shining Emerald, Symee-Sama, Lorimlowe2, selene947, and Seak5. =D Sorry to continue posting when I said I wasn't going to, guys. =P *
Fourth: * A Last Attempt At Randomness. *
Umi: "You're a big fat liar, you know that?"
Fuu: * She shrugs. * "What are you going to do about it?"
Umi: * Her eyes glint evilly and she pulls out some duct tape. *
Fuu: "....Crud."
Umi: "Hehehe... RARGH!" * She chases after Fuu. *
Fuu: "EEP! That's all folks, I gotta get goi-AAAAH!"
~soulwithwings
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'Can you feel that? The fear inside you, inside your chest? Is it welling up, trying to destroy you? Trying to consume your essence? It won't go away; won't be shattered or chased away by mere humans. Bullets, conventional weapons, all do nothing. They cannot hurt it. It is too deep of a residing fear.
It is love.
Yes, love, which consumes the souls of many. It cannot be destroyed, nor obliterated... Although it can be damaged, so much that it seems to have been taken care of. That feeling of security cannot last for long. Love will return, all the stronger. Then we truly have something to fear.
Many argue that love cannot be considered a fear; that it should, in fact, be considered an emotion. But if one counts the many times that we have been hurt by love, that we have felt love, that we have used love to our advantage, we really can see why it can be considered a fear.
fear: noun. 1 An unpleasant emotion caused by exposure to danger, expectation of pain, etc.
Love can have the same effects as and cause fear, or apprehension. Do not forget that, and you will love with feeling, with knowledge, compassion, and consideration.' The voice faded.
Hilde looked over to Duo, who sat motionlessly at the edge of a cloud, his wings close to his back, staring. She smiled and flew over beside him.
"What are you looking at, Duo?"
"The earth."
"You miss earth..."
"Of course I do." Hilde let her head fall onto Duo's shoulder.
"You have to cheer up. There isn't anything we can do about it." Duo sighed and looked over to Hilde, as a smile replaced his contemplative face.
"You're right."
Heero's dark bangs concealed any clue of pain there might have been in his eyes, if there was any to see. His years as a soldier had effectively destroyed any emotion he could really show, and if he did, it was numbingly painful.
Two of his friends were dead, long so, now. It had been weeks; no months... Since their funerals. Oddly enough, that same day as the funeral, two birds had been perched above Heero's apartment door, two doves. Their white feathers and fallen in a sort of shower once he approached, as they fled away from the frightening sight of his scowl. Duo's apartment was empty. So was Hilde's house. Both of them.
Heero unlocked his door and stepped into the hall, where he trudged the 16 metres to Duo's apartment. His hand wavered over the doorknob, unsure. The perfect soldier was unsure of himself, unsure if he wanted to reopen the door, reopen the painful memories it had taken to get over the tragedy. Slowly he twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.
The lights were on. All the items inside had remained untouched, unmoved; as if Duo were to return at any moment with Hilde and yell out it had all been a cruel joke. Not so. A smiling face did not greet Heero as he stepped inside. A chattering mouth did not take Heero's coat and put it away. Nothing came, no voice, no sound, no image. The room was empty, devoid of life. There was still a blood stain on the couch as Heero sat down beside it, still a bullet shell inside a small glass on the coffee table in front of him. Still a mess of boxes beside the door. Heero stood up silently and walked towards the door. One of his hands gripped against the door frame as he looked back over his left shoulder.
He smiled. It was a pain-filled smile, but it was genuine.
"Rest in peace, my two friends, rest in peace."
Heero flicked the lightswitch and the lights turned off, enshrouding the room in darkness.
First: * So many people have wanted me to continue, so I've decided just to post an epilogue, to give some insight. You can draw you own conclusions. =D *
Second: * No flames so far, I guess I haven't done enough to annoy people. Kidding! ^.^; As usual, you can contact me at: becky_sweet_16@hotmail.com. ^_^ *
Third: * Thanks for reviewing my last chapter, guys. =) Hope this is satisfactory. Here's to: BlueAngel, Mich Maxwell, D.A., Nini, veronica, Blossy, miyu, shi-shi, Airurando, Seiji Takayama, Little-shinigami, Shining Emerald, Symee-Sama, Lorimlowe2, selene947, and Seak5. =D Sorry to continue posting when I said I wasn't going to, guys. =P *
Fourth: * A Last Attempt At Randomness. *
Umi: "You're a big fat liar, you know that?"
Fuu: * She shrugs. * "What are you going to do about it?"
Umi: * Her eyes glint evilly and she pulls out some duct tape. *
Fuu: "....Crud."
Umi: "Hehehe... RARGH!" * She chases after Fuu. *
Fuu: "EEP! That's all folks, I gotta get goi-AAAAH!"
~soulwithwings
*****
'Can you feel that? The fear inside you, inside your chest? Is it welling up, trying to destroy you? Trying to consume your essence? It won't go away; won't be shattered or chased away by mere humans. Bullets, conventional weapons, all do nothing. They cannot hurt it. It is too deep of a residing fear.
It is love.
Yes, love, which consumes the souls of many. It cannot be destroyed, nor obliterated... Although it can be damaged, so much that it seems to have been taken care of. That feeling of security cannot last for long. Love will return, all the stronger. Then we truly have something to fear.
Many argue that love cannot be considered a fear; that it should, in fact, be considered an emotion. But if one counts the many times that we have been hurt by love, that we have felt love, that we have used love to our advantage, we really can see why it can be considered a fear.
fear: noun. 1 An unpleasant emotion caused by exposure to danger, expectation of pain, etc.
Love can have the same effects as and cause fear, or apprehension. Do not forget that, and you will love with feeling, with knowledge, compassion, and consideration.' The voice faded.
Hilde looked over to Duo, who sat motionlessly at the edge of a cloud, his wings close to his back, staring. She smiled and flew over beside him.
"What are you looking at, Duo?"
"The earth."
"You miss earth..."
"Of course I do." Hilde let her head fall onto Duo's shoulder.
"You have to cheer up. There isn't anything we can do about it." Duo sighed and looked over to Hilde, as a smile replaced his contemplative face.
"You're right."
Heero's dark bangs concealed any clue of pain there might have been in his eyes, if there was any to see. His years as a soldier had effectively destroyed any emotion he could really show, and if he did, it was numbingly painful.
Two of his friends were dead, long so, now. It had been weeks; no months... Since their funerals. Oddly enough, that same day as the funeral, two birds had been perched above Heero's apartment door, two doves. Their white feathers and fallen in a sort of shower once he approached, as they fled away from the frightening sight of his scowl. Duo's apartment was empty. So was Hilde's house. Both of them.
Heero unlocked his door and stepped into the hall, where he trudged the 16 metres to Duo's apartment. His hand wavered over the doorknob, unsure. The perfect soldier was unsure of himself, unsure if he wanted to reopen the door, reopen the painful memories it had taken to get over the tragedy. Slowly he twisted the doorknob and stepped inside.
The lights were on. All the items inside had remained untouched, unmoved; as if Duo were to return at any moment with Hilde and yell out it had all been a cruel joke. Not so. A smiling face did not greet Heero as he stepped inside. A chattering mouth did not take Heero's coat and put it away. Nothing came, no voice, no sound, no image. The room was empty, devoid of life. There was still a blood stain on the couch as Heero sat down beside it, still a bullet shell inside a small glass on the coffee table in front of him. Still a mess of boxes beside the door. Heero stood up silently and walked towards the door. One of his hands gripped against the door frame as he looked back over his left shoulder.
He smiled. It was a pain-filled smile, but it was genuine.
"Rest in peace, my two friends, rest in peace."
Heero flicked the lightswitch and the lights turned off, enshrouding the room in darkness.