Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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The next chapter will be the last of silence. Though I am toying with the idea of writting a future story as a sequal. For now I want to work with some other ideas but it is a possible side project.
On another note, I have the main plot and ideas for my next story planned out, but I plan on writting a few chapters before posting that way updates will be more regular instead of dependeding so heavily on my school work load. Also if you have a prefered pairing please tell me in a review or e-mail. Depending on popularity or reasoning behind the suggested pairings I'll make my desicion and work them into the story.
Thank you and I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
It's so strange. After I had returned home from the hospital after mother had died, I couldn't stand the music box that was meant to be a gift for her. Its broken melody haunted me, like the laments of a lost spirit. Nothing should sound so heartbroken and lonely.
Yet I could never bring myself to throw it away. Instead I had listened to its mournful tune every night, falling asleep with tears falling freely. I had tortured myself with it, seeing my mother lay upon the road painted scarlet with her life as the music spun visions in my mind.
I wonder how long I would have continued to do so if Iria hadn't taken it from me. She was collecting mementos and photographs to go in the attic when she took it by mistake. I had subtly asked about it and Iria mentioned she had placed it in the attic with other nick knacks, but I could not bring myself to seek it out and bring it back down.
The music box was different now, yet I could still tell it was the same one. Its cracked wood was smooth and unbroken under my touch. It no longer sounded like a coffin closing when I snapped open the lid.
Inside I felt the figures but they too were different. They used to remind me of death in a crows garb following a broken woman who I often could see as my mother running towards me only to be struck down.
Yet now the once cold figures held warmth in them. As silly as it may sound, it felt as if love had warmed their hearts.
My fingers moved over the dancing pair once again before moving to the turn key. Slowly it cranked, but without the grating sound of metal striking metal.
I feel my hand move and instead of mournful cries bell like sounds reach my ears. It's soothing, like the sound of a gentle stream, flowing and singing with the sky, grass, and stones. It's warm, like sunlight embracing me holding me like a loved one. A protective hold so caring that I've only known two people to hold me this way. My mother and Heero.
Heero did this for me.
Liquid collects in my eyes and I feel a single tear fall down my cheek, leaving a cooling trail of salt.
Something cold has lifted itself from my heart, and I know now.
I know that I love him more than anything, and he loves me.
I can't help but smile as I listen to the song. It rolls like waves bidding a peaceful rest, like a lullaby.
The only sound to break its spell is a single whispered word.
"Quatre."
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
The next chapter will be the last of silence. Though I am toying with the idea of writting a future story as a sequal. For now I want to work with some other ideas but it is a possible side project.
On another note, I have the main plot and ideas for my next story planned out, but I plan on writting a few chapters before posting that way updates will be more regular instead of dependeding so heavily on my school work load. Also if you have a prefered pairing please tell me in a review or e-mail. Depending on popularity or reasoning behind the suggested pairings I'll make my desicion and work them into the story.
Thank you and I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
It's so strange. After I had returned home from the hospital after mother had died, I couldn't stand the music box that was meant to be a gift for her. Its broken melody haunted me, like the laments of a lost spirit. Nothing should sound so heartbroken and lonely.
Yet I could never bring myself to throw it away. Instead I had listened to its mournful tune every night, falling asleep with tears falling freely. I had tortured myself with it, seeing my mother lay upon the road painted scarlet with her life as the music spun visions in my mind.
I wonder how long I would have continued to do so if Iria hadn't taken it from me. She was collecting mementos and photographs to go in the attic when she took it by mistake. I had subtly asked about it and Iria mentioned she had placed it in the attic with other nick knacks, but I could not bring myself to seek it out and bring it back down.
The music box was different now, yet I could still tell it was the same one. Its cracked wood was smooth and unbroken under my touch. It no longer sounded like a coffin closing when I snapped open the lid.
Inside I felt the figures but they too were different. They used to remind me of death in a crows garb following a broken woman who I often could see as my mother running towards me only to be struck down.
Yet now the once cold figures held warmth in them. As silly as it may sound, it felt as if love had warmed their hearts.
My fingers moved over the dancing pair once again before moving to the turn key. Slowly it cranked, but without the grating sound of metal striking metal.
I feel my hand move and instead of mournful cries bell like sounds reach my ears. It's soothing, like the sound of a gentle stream, flowing and singing with the sky, grass, and stones. It's warm, like sunlight embracing me holding me like a loved one. A protective hold so caring that I've only known two people to hold me this way. My mother and Heero.
Heero did this for me.
Liquid collects in my eyes and I feel a single tear fall down my cheek, leaving a cooling trail of salt.
Something cold has lifted itself from my heart, and I know now.
I know that I love him more than anything, and he loves me.
I can't help but smile as I listen to the song. It rolls like waves bidding a peaceful rest, like a lullaby.
The only sound to break its spell is a single whispered word.
"Quatre."
