Title: Last Goodbye

Theme: #9 Vestiges of Dried Tears

Rating: PG

Word Count: 337

Other Characters/Pairings: Miriallia; mention of Yzak, Lacus, Kira, Dearka, Tolle, Mwu, and Natarle

Author's Note: This is a follow-up story to "Insane." Decided to write two 'sequels,' one happy, one sad. This is the sad ending. From Miriallia's point of view.


Miriallia stood, the breeze rustling her skirt, her hair blowing back from her bowed face. Her eyes were red from tears, her mascara smeared, her tears, which she had mostly under control, now dried into crusted trails. She futilely wiped at her face, only succeeding in smearing wetness and black makeup further across her cheekbones.

So many had died since the first war began. First Tolle, then Commander La Flaga and Lieutenant Badgiruel. After the war she'd become a photographer, helping to show the horrors of war. Cagalli and Athrun had helped out, and in return she'd captured more than a few of the moments between them. The little touches, the looks. She'd captured many on film. It was a wonder the two had never actually married.

But then again, the second war had broken out before they could, and the two had separated. The war had dragged on and on. Kira and Dearka had both been killed in the past years, along with hundreds of thousands of others. Those funerals had been hard, but in a way this one was the hardest. Only herself, Lacus, and Yzak were left of those who had attended the funeral, the only ones of those whose fates had been intertwined in the first war who were still alive. There should have been four of them standing here. But Cagalli had loved Athrun too much to let him abandon her and had followed him into death by pulling the trigger herself, leaving them with two dead friends instead of one.

Silently Miriallia stepped forward, her eyes skimming the words she herself had written on the grave the two shared, since Athrun's body had never been recovered.

In life they were always together, in love and anger. In death, they cannot be separated.

Below lay pictures of the two smiling, laughing, loving. Two wonderful lives, a beautiful romance, gone. Fresh tears dripped won her cheeks as she gently dropped two roses on the fresh earth of the grave, saying her last goodbyes.


so there is the sad ending. next is the happy ending. fun fun.

And this makes 3 in a day! hurrah! And i'm 3/4 of the way done! Only 5 more! -yay-

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