Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.

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I'm sorry I haven't written in such a long time. I've been rather busy with school work. I never should have signed up for so many difficult courses at once. Thanks to the ice storm, I've had plenty of time to write whilst waiting for the power, cable, and, telephone services to return. I hope to make a little time everyday so that I can continue writing and posting regularly. Thank you to everyone who sent me ideas, I'll tell you if I plan to use them. Also I'm sorry to say but I don't write stories that focus of het. couples. I just don't think I can do a convincing story.

This story is a Christmas present to my friend Raven. Merry Christmas, I suppose early is better than late. There will be more chapters.

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He is poetry in motion. Every movement, every gesture contains such emotion and grace that it takes my breath away. He enchants me. That's why I'm here in the shadows watching him.

The music moves him. It possesses his body and ensnares his mind. His slender leg bends at the knee as his arms curve loosely around his chest. Stepping quickly with the music his body spins in a fluid motion. There is no pause or break as he switches feet. Only pure endless movement.

The music slows and I can feel an end to the song coming. His head bows towards his chest as one leg is placed behind the other, toes barely touching the wooden floor. His arms arch over his head and then slowly come down to his sides. One last note floats into the air and fades into nothing.

I star at his now motionless form. Even whilst still he possesses infinite grace and beauty.

I long to touch the soft lashes that flutter upon his cheek. To caress his hair and pale cheek.

Those thick lashes now move to slowly reveal the fathomless depth of pure color. They say eyes are the window to the soul. If this is the case then his soul is breathtakingly beautiful.

A soft sigh escapes my lips. I hurry to cover my mouth but it's too late. His head snaps upward searching for the offending sound.

Silently I creep further into the shadows of my hiding place. I dare not breathe for fear of discovery. He must never know that I watch him. I can bare being an outsider looking in. I can bare never touching him. As long as he doesn't know, as long as he does not pity me or look at me with disgust.

I stare at him as he turns to face my hiding place. My muscles tense as I wait. I can feel his eyes upon me. Those endless pools of color banishing the darkness that surrounds me. I look about me, anywhere but into those eyes. There, just in the light is my notebook.

He must see it. I'm as good as caught. He steps towards me and then turns away. I hear his footsteps upon the wooden floor as he makes his way to the stereo.

Why didn't he see the notebook? My mind screams at me as he lifts the stereo and walks to the exit of the now silent auditorium.

As the door swings shut and becomes still I release my breath. Air rushes into my lungs and I slowly relax. My breath sounds harsh and heavy to me. I'm safe, he didn't see me.

I reach over into the light and grasp my notebook. Flipping through the pages I stop at one of the many bookmarks. On the white paper is music and lyrics I wrote the first time I saw him.

I'm a fool. Who ever heard of a mute writing music? I can't sing the words that express my soul. I could never tell the boy that I love him.

It doesn't matter I have nothing to offer him. I can't whisper sweet nothings in his ear or tell him how beautifully he dances. If I was ever found I couldn't explain myself. He'd just think I was some perverted monster. Even if he found out that I couldn't speak he'd only see me as someone to pity. Never to love.

I close the notebook with a soft snap and walk towards the back exit. My eyes taking in the silent auditorium that had held the boy just moments before. The crimson carpet seems duller, the gilded wallpaper seems drab. Even the crystal chandelier seems to be nothing more than dirty glass without the boy.

I let my head drop as I walk through the door. My eyes remain fixed at my feet as I slowly walk home alone.