Title: Teacup
Genre: Drama/Introspective
Pairing: None
Word Count: 222
Summary: Heine muses on life.
"Life is like a teacup. Wouldn't you say, Athrun?"
The dark-haired man looked up quizzically from his breakfast to the fellow Faith member.
"Um…excuse me?"
Heine laughed, taking another sip from his tea.
"What? You're telling me you don't get it?"
"No…not really."
Sitting down his cup, he gestured to it.
"Life is best when filled with good things. We can savor it, enjoy it- taste the finer elements. But," He paused to sip the last of the tea from the intricate cup, "When empty, we find ourselves at a loss of what to do. And then…"
A loud clatter from across the hotel's dining room drew their attention, and the handle of the teacup slipped from Heine's fingers. As the two soldiers picked up the tray they'd dropped, the orange-haired Faith member looked to the shattered teacup on the ground.
"Oh my, these things are awfully fragile. One slip, and…" He held his hands up as he shrugged, "Well, what can you do? It's just in pieces."
Heine gestured to a waiter to bring him another cup as Athrun glanced to the broken pieces on the floor. Perhaps Heine was a bit unique, but now Athrun was beginning to see that life was more like a teacup than he would have first expected.
One wrong move and… it was in pieces.