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Chapter 4: A Walk Through the Park
Heero stepped out of the coffee shop in the biting cold of the grey streets. The November wind wasted no time in blowing his long bangs into his vision. The dead leaves at his feet drifted with the cool air for a moment before falling back to the concrete in a blanket of orange and brown scales.
One of his bare hands gripped a hot cup of black coffee in one hand, sipping steadily from it as he strolled down the street passing the nameless stores and faceless shoppers. It was Fridays like these where didn't know what to do with himself. His supervisor hardly required him to work on Fridays which lead him to wander the city streets mindlessly observing everything without actually seeing anything.
Heero could remember a time where nothing but bitterness and confusion filled him. After the war, he and hundreds of other soldiers had been left in the dust, leaving behind the only existence they knew of to blindly find another purpose in life. He had spent many days like this Friday wandering many streets of many cities, be it on Earth or a colony, facing the warring relief of being free from the battlefield and dread of facing the next meaningless day. But as the years went by, the dread of being a has-been, although still present, dulled. Still, that didn't seem to make his life anymore easier.
By the time Heero reached the end of the long block, the heat of his bitter drink was already killed by the hard cold air. Heero gulped down the last of the paper cup's substance before chucking it by a nearby trash can. The crosswalk led him to the edge of the city's park. The sky had been swallowed by the grey sea clouds long before Heero had gotten up this morning.
The sleepy sun had still managed to peek a few of its white gold rays through its thick prison; some of them now piercing through the branches of the tall trees down on the grass. People wrapped in thick coats passed in and out of the park in couples or groups. Girlfriends laughed on a bench, pressed tightly together for warmth. Heero's gaze lingered for just a second on them, suddenly reminded of Relena. Moving deeper into the park, he spotted more than one artist lingering on a bench or a blanket sketching furiously in their books. Sitting a little over a hundred feet from where Heero was standing, a man sat before his easel, holding a brush tentatively to his canvas. A small group of people already gathered around the man as if he was the piece of art. The artist though never took his eyes off his canvas, completely entranced by the strokes of his own brush. A sliver of absent curiosity caused Heero to start walking toward the painter.
He paused on his fourth step.
A young woman had emerged out of the crowd, walking slowly walking backwards, her eyes still fixed on the artist and his painting. She wore a long, white cream cashmere coat, its hood covering her head and face. She had her arms wrapped around three bouquets of white lilies; two healthy portions of her long honey hair fell from either side of her covered head into the white petals. The woman quickly turned and broke into a steady jog, making a quick distance away from the crowd. Heero knew who it was long before Relena finally let down her hood, far from anyone's eyes accept for his. He then held a sudden empathy towards the painter.
Heero stood still for just a short moment before he found himself moving the in the same direction as her. His steps quickened by the second. He jogged along the tall trees that stretched out from ground, outlining the park. His eyes were trained on her winking form between the tall trunks, her white coat vivid against the dark wood of the trees and green grass. As Heero continued to follow her he quickly realized how ridiculous he was being. Was he always going to be like this: watching and following her from the safest distance like a scared school boy—always keeping her out of reach? How was this ever going to change anything? What was actually stopping him? Fear? Pride? The trees obscuring her moving form? The countless questions that manifested jumbled in his mind as his breath quickened and he suddenly realized he had broken into an all out run. Heero had no idea what he was doing nor what he was going to say, but he knew he couldn't just walk away from this, repeating the same endless cycle he trapped himself in for years. He had to get to her—talk to her… His eyes caught site of a gap between the tall trees just up ahead. He'd reach it in barely twenty seconds flat at his pace…Closer…closer… He was completely parallel to her now and he caught one more glimpse of her face before his entire body swiveled to face the opening.
And then, he stopped.
Someone had gotten to her first.
TBC
IMPORTANT, IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ: There's been a big change in the beginning of Chapter 2 that's somewhat vital. I just changed the little flashback between Relena and Alex. If you don't' want to reread it, in a nutshell, Alex is NOT in love with Relena anymore. I realized just how much I hated that development. Basically I just changed it into Alex just being deeply attracted to Relena. In the new version of Ch 2, he just asks her out and Relena turns him down and feels slightly guilty. So, taa daa, that's all. I just thought that the whole Alex falling for Relena bit was so damn cliché and sickenly melodramatic. So I changed it into something more subtle. I just love JK's oc so much I watned to use him more; Heh.
A/N: Okay, I know a lot of ppl are pretty piss that I took this long to produce a chapter where nothing happens…or worse yet, most of the readers just completely forgot about me and this story. (SIGH) But anyway, I hope you enjoy this nonetheless and with the holidays here, hopefully, I'll get more down. I swear I will and it won't take six months to do it. I SWEAR the next chapter will be so worth it. I PROMISE.
Dedicated to all the ppl who are still reading and have waited patiently. Thanks so much the reviews Happy HolidaysXD