Title: "Think"
Theme: #7 Distance
Rating: PG
Word Count: 441
Characters/Pairings: DY; mention of Athrun and Nicol
Author's Notes: Just a little reflective piece from Dearka's POV when he was a prisoner on the Archangel. I was really down for a few days when I wrote this, so it's a bit angsty. Hmm. and i suck at life. that is all.
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I never have been one to sit around thinking, preferring to act instead. But there are times I can't help but think, ponder, question. Like now.
It's not my choice to be a prisoner, to be trapped on the cursed legged-ship. I wonder if you believe me dead, like Nicol. Do you know that I'm alive, or do you accept my 'missing in action' status as a death sentence?
Not a month ago, we would have both scoffed at the idea that I could be sentimental. But things changed. They've done so in the past, and will as life goes on. But we had just been discovering that there were deeper emotions to be explored and experienced in our friendship than just those surface feelings such as companionship and trust.
But now I'm stuck, a prisoner of war, far from you. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Of course you do. Or at least that is what I hope. But with your sharp tongue and uncaring mask, one can never know.
I can still remember the first time we realized that we were more than friends. You had blown up at Athrun once again, and I had chased after you, something that was as expected as the fact that the sun rises in the east. But instead of just calming you down, I got a bit of a surprise. If I'd been one to kiss and tell, I don't think anyone would've believed me when I would've told them how it was you who came onto me, rather than the opposite that everyone, myself included, would have expected. I certainly never expected, when you cornered me out of rage, that you'd steal a kiss. The feel of your lips lingers even now, an indescribable emotion welling within me as I remember, and regret the distance that now lies between us. Back then, you were close enough to touch, though I didn't take advantage of that as I should have. And then, when I did, tragedy struck. And now I'm here, on an enemy ship, and you're probably miles from me.
Life's like that, isn't it? It dangles something in front of you, and when you believe you've grasped it at last, it is snatched away. Do you believe me gone forever? I at least have the hope of you being alive, but surely I've been called dead by everyone. But I hope you haven't completely given up on me. It's your nature to do so, but hopefully I was more to you than just another face. Because I haven't given up on you. Not by a mile.
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school sucks. so does life. blargh. why cant i just not take health, and why does the math teacher have to give me tests that i fail? i want to know!
anyways, am halfway done. -yay- i do have other things i've promised people i will write, so dont know how long until the next update. blah.
xxravenwingxx