Entry ten

Sanit Une

Well, I can say that things have been on the up and up lately. Everyone seems to be happier then they were before...and this includes Heero...I've never seen him smile so often before in his life. It has been about a year since I have spoken to Heero, and about four months since Heero has been to the grave of the little girl. He even took a bouqet of white and yellow daisys to her grave. Since then Heero has come to terms with his past, and the gleam in his eyes are brighter then they have ever been.

When I look at the others, I can seen that the pain the the burrden that was once there, had left...I'm so happy for that. We now can go on with a somewhat normal life, free from the torments and mental torture of war. The scars are now beginning to heal, and I don't feel that vortexed hole that use to stalk us wherever we went.

We are all happier and more lively then we were a year ago, and even Wufei can't deny that...in fact he was the one that ponited that out yesterday. The subject of 'war' is still a touchy issue; but, at least it isn't avoided, or evaded when it comes up. It makes me happy to see them laugh, and smile from time to time. At least this house can now have something echoing throughout the corridors, instead of haunting scream and a nerous laugh.

The happiness seems to be radiating from our home to the homes of others. Duo has become a big brother, and Wufei is even considering it. Heero isn't as quiet as he used to...next to Duo, he's the happiest person alive. Even Trowa isn't the way he once was. He's more energetic, and he's prone to pulling off a sucessful prank every now and again...the other day Duo became the prey, when Trowa accidently, on purpose, super-glued Duo's feet to the floor in the bathroom at four in the morning.

I'll admit it, being awaken by ranting and raving, isn't how I had imagined life after war; but, I guess it'll have to do.

Yesterday, Heero insisted that we plan...yes plan...a trip to the tropics. I asked why, and he responded by saying that he needed to wrok on his tan. It's an eye popper I know; but life is full of surprises. I'm just glad that I can live it with them, and not the dead beats that they used to be.

Perhaps I should go, before one of them insists on re-decorating the house...at least that's what Wufei is hinting at...I just know that he'll soon get sick of the color on the walls and paint over them in white...and he'll get sick of the leather furneture in the summer, when he gets stuck to it.

Oh, if someone comes up to you and tells you that there is no life after war...send them my way, and in about a month or two, they'll be retracking their statement.