Let Go

a./n: I do not own Trigun

Chapter 3

"I told you I loved you," Meryl sighed as she snuggled up next to her lover. Vash said nothing. She looked at him and saw his tear-filled eyes, "Vash?"

"No one has ever loved me. Not since Rem. I have never allowed anyone to love me. But here you are. You love me. Why?"

"Love means loving someone for all the little things that make them unique. I love you for all the little things that make you, you," Meryl told him.

"Like how I like your tenancity? Your ambition? Your ability to survive? Those kinds of things?" Vash asked her.

"Like how I could drown in your eyes. Like how I do not see anything wrong with your scars and spare parts. Like how your smile lights up the room when you are happy. So many things Vash, so many little things. I don't care of you ever love me. I will die loving you," Meryl said as she snuggled up to the outlaw. Vash stayed quiet once again, "Vash?"

"Meryl, I --," Vash was cut off when she placed a finger against his lips.

"Don't. Don't you say it until you are sure. Don't say it because I said it. Only say it when you mean it. But I'm yours, and I am not leaving until you do not want me anymore Vash the Stampede," Meryl said gently.

"I don't deserve you," Vash said meekly.

"You're wrong. This is about the only time I will say it, but I don't deserve you Vash. The world does not deserve you. You deserve it all: Meryl said seriously.

"Go to sleep Meryl," Vash told her.

"You won't leave?" Meryl asked him.

"No"

They pulled up the covers and became a mass of tangled limbs as they settled down to sleep.

When Millie came home from work she checked the rooms out of habit. When she peeked into Meryl's room she smiled. Vash's blonde head was lying right next to then raven hair of her friend and roommate. You could not tell where one began and the other ended. She closed the door and made her way to her own room and sat down on her bed.

"Ah, Mr. Priest, Mr. Vash came back. You would be so proud…"