Mithros- Well, I do have a tendency towards sarcasm, and the poor idiot asked for it. Nope, you weren't right about the tea. You'll find out about how the rebellion went soon enough, but I wanted to get the Trowa problem out of the way this chapter. Thanks for reviewing.
Ally Bama- Well, I enjoy taking pot shots at flamers, and while I may or may not have hit this one I at least sent them running for the hills. Trowa lives, at least for now. Thanks for your review.
Lady Tigeress- Why would you be suspicious of me? I'm innocent, honest... don't believe me, huh? Well, it was worth a shot. I've kept you in suspense for a while, so I'll tell you the truth, you have a right to be anxious. Thank you for reviewing.
Author's Note- I'm sorry for the long wait, and updates probably won't be as frequent as I thought, because I'm taking five college courses this semester and all of them have a heavy workload. For those of you haven't gotten to read my profile, my computer died on me, and I'm still waiting for a replacement, but am using my brother's.
Chapter 21
I CANNOT BELIEVE THE NERVE OF THAT IDIOTIC, STUPID, MORONIC, JUVINILE, JERK I CALLED MY HUSBAND! DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?! Of course you don't as I haven't explained yet.
You see, I've found out why that CREEP had a relapse. It seems that the virus had mutated somewhat, and became only something like the flu, not dangerous in the least, if you are cared for. But he (the ass) wanted to know if I would take care of anyone the same way I took care of him... in short he wanted to know how I felt about him. So what did he do? He faked a relapse and got the doctors to go along with him.
Want to know what's even worse? He got me to do it. I was so afraid that he was going to die. I didn't even realize what I was saying until I was half way through the rambling speech. He didn't even move, didn't say anything, didn't stop me from making a fool of myself. He didn't even tell me he loved me in return.
How I found out what the stupid idiot did, was that I happened to be passing the door and heard him talking about how the experiment, that's right EXPERIMENT, was a success.
It hurts. I hurt. I want my daddy. Only one more day, just one more day before daddy is here. I hope you can read through the tear stains.
I should go... I should let Anna finish this journal.
He's outside the door. This feels like a repeat of earlier, except there is no way he's getting through the window this time. I... I don't know how I feel about him. I don't want to see him, not now, maybe not ever. He wants to explain, doesn't he always? He never meant to hurt me, a bit too late for that isn't it? He cares for me, just driving the knife a little deeper into my heart. I love him, and yet he only cares for me.
I've been here for two days. He's begging me to open the door and let him in, or at least let the servant with a tray out food. I don't feel like eating, haven't since I heard about the lies. He's begging me to talk to him, but I don't feel like talking. I only feel like writing and crying.
This is Relena Kushrenada-Argorg signing out.