Author:  aomurasakiai

Warnings:  AU, bit of Angst, Duo POV

Pairings:  Implied 2+1

Rating:  G

Dedication:  Well again, dedication goes to all those people who are *still* reading what I've got coming out and also giving me feedback.  *is shocked*  I thank you all!

Special Notes:
*sound*
//diary//

Dream Come True [Fic 06b of 10]

The warm spring wind blows through the open window of my living room, rustling the silky drapes of cloth.

I exhale softly, taking hold of my braid and toying with it.  Closing my eyes I try to calm the insistent thumping in my chest.  I had returned the diary to Heero earlier this morning and it's already nearing noon.

He most likely read what I wrote by now.

I bite my bottom lip.  It was so hard...  to write that.  I tried to let him know for the past week, but my throat would suddenly close up as aching images burned through my mind.  But, I know I have to face him sooner or later and by offering no explanation for my entry, I cannot escape.

I just wonder how he will react...  Hopefully not like...

*ding-dong*

I swallow hard as I slowly got up and made my way to the door.  I make an effort to stop my trembling hand as it makes contact with the doorknob.

Grasp.  Turn.  Pull.

There stands Heero with the diary, just like I expected.  I manage to meet his eyes and a wavering smile settles on my face.

"Hey," I whisper to him and open the door wider.  But he makes no move to come inside.  Instead, he blinks almost in slow motion and I can make out a thin gloss of moisture in his eyes.

"It's true...  isn't it?"

Words die in my throat.  He slowly brings the diary up to his chest, his grip tightening on it like mine is on the doorknob.  I can only nod slightly.

Receiving my answer, he smiles slightly and closes his eyes.

"When?"

Eyes open again.

"S… Soon."

Head turns away.

"Sou ka… I see…"

Sadness bubbles up.

"Heero...  I don't want to lea--"

Droplet forming slowly.

"But… you need to…"

He looks at me once again after whispering that painfully true statement, his eyes brimming, threatening to overflow as more bubbles up.  I vaguely realize… in the back of my mind… that he is reacting the same way as…

*plat*

His grip on the diary had loosened and it dropped to the floor, opening to those three words that I have written, that he has read.

//I am leaving.//

…my dream.

Owari