I think I love you
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, Grown-Up Christmas List or anything else mentioned here. Warnings: Yaoi, deathfic. Pairings: 3x4
//speaking out loud// #grown-up christmas list# *actions* the rest of the story and/or thinking
Try reading the whole thing, then going back and reading it section by section. That's what I had to do, at least, when I found this in the back of a folder...
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#there'd be no more lives torn apart#
*Standing by his grave, reading his name carved on the bleak, gray stone.*
Why did you leave? Why did you have to go? Why did you leave me and all the others? Why rip us into pieces like this?
//Why...you said you would...you said you would stay...//
#and wars would never start3
*Falling to his knees, he places the gift on the tombstone. A small precious offering. It might not have much worth in money, but meant the world to both the youth and his dead companion.*
It was the war...this blood stained war that brought your death rushing towards you sooner than it should have. This war that took you away. This goddamned fighting...
//You said...//
#and time would heal all hearts#
*The package seems out of place in this cold world. Like it is a sin to bring something so bright to this land of stone and mist.*
Pain. A cut will heal on it's own, but a heart won't ever completely mend. No matter how selfish it seems, my heart won't ever rejoice. Never. It hasn't since you laid eyes on that button...since you pressed self- destruct...
//...you would stay...If I...//
#everyone would have a friend#
*Reaching out to touch the carved name, he draws his hand back a fraction of a hair from it, whole body shaking.*
You were my friend, my comrade in arms. You were closer than a brother to me. You asked me if I loved you and I said...no.
//If I loved you.//
#and right would always win#
*He makes no attempt to stay the tear that glistens as it winds it's way down his face.*
I don't know what the right is, but if this is right, I hate it. I hate all of it. I hate you for going. I hate you.
//If I had said yes...if i had not rejected your wish...would you still be here? Would you be here to protect me? Because now...//
#and love would never end#
*Standing, he walks away, leaving the mask on the rock. Turning back only once, he makes his way out of the cemetery.*
I wish...I wish...I wish this had never happened. I wish you were alive, I wish I could have done something...That I...that I had saved you from this. Because now...
//...Now I think I love you, Trowa Barton.//
*** I would like to give thanks to the creators of Gundam wing and the writers of My Grown-up Christmas List.
*Standing by his grave, reading his name carved on the bleak, gray stone.*
Why did you leave? Why did you have to go? Why did you leave me and all the others? Why rip us into pieces like this?
//Why...you said you would...you said you would stay...//
#and wars would never start3
*Falling to his knees, he places the gift on the tombstone. A small precious offering. It might not have much worth in money, but meant the world to both the youth and his dead companion.*
It was the war...this blood stained war that brought your death rushing towards you sooner than it should have. This war that took you away. This goddamned fighting...
//You said...//
#and time would heal all hearts#
*The package seems out of place in this cold world. Like it is a sin to bring something so bright to this land of stone and mist.*
Pain. A cut will heal on it's own, but a heart won't ever completely mend. No matter how selfish it seems, my heart won't ever rejoice. Never. It hasn't since you laid eyes on that button...since you pressed self- destruct...
//...you would stay...If I...//
#everyone would have a friend#
*Reaching out to touch the carved name, he draws his hand back a fraction of a hair from it, whole body shaking.*
You were my friend, my comrade in arms. You were closer than a brother to me. You asked me if I loved you and I said...no.
//If I loved you.//
#and right would always win#
*He makes no attempt to stay the tear that glistens as it winds it's way down his face.*
I don't know what the right is, but if this is right, I hate it. I hate all of it. I hate you for going. I hate you.
//If I had said yes...if i had not rejected your wish...would you still be here? Would you be here to protect me? Because now...//
#and love would never end#
*Standing, he walks away, leaving the mask on the rock. Turning back only once, he makes his way out of the cemetery.*
I wish...I wish...I wish this had never happened. I wish you were alive, I wish I could have done something...That I...that I had saved you from this. Because now...
//...Now I think I love you, Trowa Barton.//
*** I would like to give thanks to the creators of Gundam wing and the writers of My Grown-up Christmas List.