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"WuFei, I love you."
And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment. I was already dead and missing my unlived life.
I tried to smile. For him.
No one moved. I don't think anyone even dared to breathe. Until . . . . I felt WuFei's arms slowly come and wrap around me, enveloping me in surrounding warmth. The rest of my body was freezing. I could hear my own teeth chattering.
"She's going into shock," I hears someone say. Heero? Were they talking about me?
WuFei's arms tightened. "Kristen," he whispered into my hair, "Kristen, I love you, too. I love you. Oh, please . . . don't leave me here . . . not now . . . ."
But I knew he would not-could not-save me. The Gundam pilots were there to honour me, and I guess that was nice of them. Wasn't going to help me much.
I could feel WuFei's tears make a quickly cooling damp spot on my shirt. My vision was starting to severely blacken around the edges.
I wanted so much to live. I wanted so much to stay and not to leave. In a moment, no answer would matter to me, but just the same, I wanted to know what I guess any dying person wants to know.
"WuFei . . . answer . . . answer me this, WuFei, please: Did . . . Did I make a difference? My life, and my . . . my death . . . was I worth it? Did my life really matter?"
"Yes," he whispered, tears still in his eyes. "You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered."
I nodded. I couldn't see anything, now, but I reached up and felt WuFei's face, his cheeks, and his lips that I would never be able to kiss, before my hand lost all of its strength. "Yeah. Okay, then. Okay, then."
I wondered if-
"WuFei, I love you."
And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment. I was already dead and missing my unlived life.
I tried to smile. For him.
No one moved. I don't think anyone even dared to breathe. Until . . . . I felt WuFei's arms slowly come and wrap around me, enveloping me in surrounding warmth. The rest of my body was freezing. I could hear my own teeth chattering.
"She's going into shock," I hears someone say. Heero? Were they talking about me?
WuFei's arms tightened. "Kristen," he whispered into my hair, "Kristen, I love you, too. I love you. Oh, please . . . don't leave me here . . . not now . . . ."
But I knew he would not-could not-save me. The Gundam pilots were there to honour me, and I guess that was nice of them. Wasn't going to help me much.
I could feel WuFei's tears make a quickly cooling damp spot on my shirt. My vision was starting to severely blacken around the edges.
I wanted so much to live. I wanted so much to stay and not to leave. In a moment, no answer would matter to me, but just the same, I wanted to know what I guess any dying person wants to know.
"WuFei . . . answer . . . answer me this, WuFei, please: Did . . . Did I make a difference? My life, and my . . . my death . . . was I worth it? Did my life really matter?"
"Yes," he whispered, tears still in his eyes. "You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered."
I nodded. I couldn't see anything, now, but I reached up and felt WuFei's face, his cheeks, and his lips that I would never be able to kiss, before my hand lost all of its strength. "Yeah. Okay, then. Okay, then."
I wondered if-
