Disclaimer: I don't own either the song or the characters. In fact, I'm
only
using them to fulfill my duty to Kat. If I had more time, I would instead
be
writing a 5xNataku fic...
Warnings: Done in study hall. Done because I had to. Done five so far.
Kat: I'm struggling to meet your demand of 12 3x12 stories by 3/12. You are a wonderful sick freak. Thank you.
I think this has some sort of deeper meaning. If you figure out exactly what it is, feel free to tell me. I'm in study hall and don't want to attempt to
figure it out.
***
A hundred days had made me older since the last time
that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder and
I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face
The wind blows through the trees, tall stalks of grass shaking in the gusty
breeze. A young boy walks slowly onwards, face to the sky, staring at the
stars. His last words echoing behind him in the empty heart of an empty
warrior. He left the fighter's shell behind. He promised himself; he will
leave the empty husk behind.
He is no longer empty.
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
A memory of a blonde girl flashes across his mind. How long has it been
since he saw her? It feels like years, but it might be only minutes. If he
turns around, he might see her standing there behind him, tears in her
gray-blue eyes.
He turns around.
She's gone.
The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go
Years did go by, the minutes piling up. A new life, a new purpose. A wish
for home that never went away. He was Trowa Barton now, Gundam Pilot 04.
Many things were changed; he was older, taller, but one thing was still the
same.
He was still empty.
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
There was a wish for home, burning deep in his soul. By obtaining this home,
he would be filled. By finding a home, he would abandon the warrior and
become a new person. He had to leave the shell behind, leave it to rot in
the dust. He would cast it off and throw it down, along with everything else
from that time.
Along with her.
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it get hard but it won't take away my love
The war is over. The war is over and the home is found. But the soldier
lives on. There is still an ache for home, even though home is found. There
is still this emptiness, this craving for what isn't there. A hundred
thousand words couldn't describe it to it's fullest.
How do you describe nothing?
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
Then, one day, a shard of memory enters his lonely life. A flash of blonde,
the wind rustling through a field, two gun shots, and a girl's tears. A
nameless boy wandering the wilds, an empty warrior. Just as he is now. Only
now, now that he has found what he sought, he realizes it isn't capable of
taking away the pain.
He left what he needed behind, a long time ago.
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
but tonight girl it's only you and me
So the empty warrior does what all soldiers do best. He keeps on fighting.
He fights not for an ideal, not for the welfare of a people. He now fights
for a savior. He fights to find her. Maybe she can fill his empty soul. She
is overflowing with feeling. Maybe she can share some with him; release his
heart from the pain of nothingness.
She was never empty.
And now, neither is he.
Warnings: Done in study hall. Done because I had to. Done five so far.
Kat: I'm struggling to meet your demand of 12 3x12 stories by 3/12. You are a wonderful sick freak. Thank you.
I think this has some sort of deeper meaning. If you figure out exactly what it is, feel free to tell me. I'm in study hall and don't want to attempt to
figure it out.
***
A hundred days had made me older since the last time
that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder and
I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face
The wind blows through the trees, tall stalks of grass shaking in the gusty
breeze. A young boy walks slowly onwards, face to the sky, staring at the
stars. His last words echoing behind him in the empty heart of an empty
warrior. He left the fighter's shell behind. He promised himself; he will
leave the empty husk behind.
He is no longer empty.
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
A memory of a blonde girl flashes across his mind. How long has it been
since he saw her? It feels like years, but it might be only minutes. If he
turns around, he might see her standing there behind him, tears in her
gray-blue eyes.
He turns around.
She's gone.
The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go
Years did go by, the minutes piling up. A new life, a new purpose. A wish
for home that never went away. He was Trowa Barton now, Gundam Pilot 04.
Many things were changed; he was older, taller, but one thing was still the
same.
He was still empty.
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
There was a wish for home, burning deep in his soul. By obtaining this home,
he would be filled. By finding a home, he would abandon the warrior and
become a new person. He had to leave the shell behind, leave it to rot in
the dust. He would cast it off and throw it down, along with everything else
from that time.
Along with her.
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it get hard but it won't take away my love
The war is over. The war is over and the home is found. But the soldier
lives on. There is still an ache for home, even though home is found. There
is still this emptiness, this craving for what isn't there. A hundred
thousand words couldn't describe it to it's fullest.
How do you describe nothing?
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
Then, one day, a shard of memory enters his lonely life. A flash of blonde,
the wind rustling through a field, two gun shots, and a girl's tears. A
nameless boy wandering the wilds, an empty warrior. Just as he is now. Only
now, now that he has found what he sought, he realizes it isn't capable of
taking away the pain.
He left what he needed behind, a long time ago.
I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams
but tonight girl it's only you and me
So the empty warrior does what all soldiers do best. He keeps on fighting.
He fights not for an ideal, not for the welfare of a people. He now fights
for a savior. He fights to find her. Maybe she can fill his empty soul. She
is overflowing with feeling. Maybe she can share some with him; release his
heart from the pain of nothingness.
She was never empty.
And now, neither is he.