Wufei trudged upstairs to his room again. It was somewhere around one in the morning-he had stayed out chopping almost all night. Reaching his door, he saw a note taped to it. He dropped the hatchet and ran to his door, tearing the note off hurriedly. What if Duo had changed his mind? As he read the note, however, his face fell quickly. It seemed things would be all the worse.
Wufei-
Trowa, Heero, and Quatre called today. Trowa and Heero are staying at the circus for a while and Quatre with the Maganacs. None of them should be back for a week or two, at least. They can still get their missions, so no worries there. Besides, Professor G made it sound like things were going to be pretty quiet.
So now he would be stuck with Duo's haunting silence for a week or more with nothing and no one to distract him. Wufei felt his hands clench around the note, and his eyes pulled shut, as though if he just closed his eyes, then when he opened them everything would be all right again, or as all right as they'd ever been. Tears gathered, burning, and he heard the sounds of paper being ripped ferociously. He pushed his door open and ran, falling onto his bed.
There he lay, his body, once again racked with sobs. The covers grew damp, and his hair began to fall loose as he ran his hands through it repeatedly. His legs hung over the edge of the bed and his shoes slid off, and he was brought jolting back to reality as they thudded to the floor.
He struggled to gain his treasured composure and stood, closing his door silently, and changing to go to sleep, in that strangely apathetic, almost enlightened state brought on by crying for a long period of time.
He lay on his bed once again and fell still, his eyes half-open as tears continued to slowly, silently fall. Tomorrow he had to talk to Duo. That he would become so excited over a piece of paper taped to his door was ridiculous, and he thought himself such a wretched weakling.
Wufei-
Trowa, Heero, and Quatre called today. Trowa and Heero are staying at the circus for a while and Quatre with the Maganacs. None of them should be back for a week or two, at least. They can still get their missions, so no worries there. Besides, Professor G made it sound like things were going to be pretty quiet.
So now he would be stuck with Duo's haunting silence for a week or more with nothing and no one to distract him. Wufei felt his hands clench around the note, and his eyes pulled shut, as though if he just closed his eyes, then when he opened them everything would be all right again, or as all right as they'd ever been. Tears gathered, burning, and he heard the sounds of paper being ripped ferociously. He pushed his door open and ran, falling onto his bed.
There he lay, his body, once again racked with sobs. The covers grew damp, and his hair began to fall loose as he ran his hands through it repeatedly. His legs hung over the edge of the bed and his shoes slid off, and he was brought jolting back to reality as they thudded to the floor.
He struggled to gain his treasured composure and stood, closing his door silently, and changing to go to sleep, in that strangely apathetic, almost enlightened state brought on by crying for a long period of time.
He lay on his bed once again and fell still, his eyes half-open as tears continued to slowly, silently fall. Tomorrow he had to talk to Duo. That he would become so excited over a piece of paper taped to his door was ridiculous, and he thought himself such a wretched weakling.