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The Date-Part 2: Onward! To the climatic end!

"Why? Why do you hate me?" In Meer's mind, there were the only two great emotions, love and hate, and Yunna didn't love her, he hated her.

"Why do you have to hate me?" Meer choked on her tears, sobs wracking her small body. "Am I not your friend? Am I not beautiful enough for you? Please, tell me…"

She was back in her own house. Her hair was askew, her face stained with tears leaving lines through her make up and spoiling the eyeliner she'd put on. In front of her, there was a photo frame with a picture in it. It'd been from the Year 7 camp that Yunna and her had went on.

"I'm cold…" Meer murmured, trying to wrap herself up in her parka, but it did nothing to avail the chill that was biting at her. At night, the bush wasn't where you wanted to be, considering how cold it was.

Slowly, she rose out of her bed, and donned another jacket in an effort to keep out the cold. Hugging herself, she exited her room, and walked toward the room Yunna was in.

"Hello? Yunna? Are you there?" Yunna, who'd been sleeping in a room with a few other boys, was snoring his head off. Meer tiptoed in, making sure she didn' wake anyone despite how cold she was, and quietly woke him.

"Meer, darling? Why are you awake?" Yunna said quite audibly. Almost immediately, he covered his mouth, as one of the boy's grunted in his sleep. Sighing with relief, he looked up at Meer, and again asked "Why are you awake, honey?"

"I'm cold…"

"Huh?"

"I'm cold, dimwit…" Meer said with a smile. She grinned, then asked him "Could you keep me warm?"

He rose out of his bed, and pulled out a doona. Taking her by the hand, he led her outside, and they crouched, wrapped in the doona, watching the stars in the clear bush sky. The cold wind blew overhead, but Meer didn't mind; she was warm, and with Yunna, who, in her opinion, was the best guy in the world.

"The stars…their so beautiful tonight…" Meer whispered. She'd always liked the stars. She thought they had a romantic feel to them, and that their unearthliness was just like love-it was so beautiful that it wasn't of this world.

"They're shining for you, honey…they're shining for you…" Yunna smiled at her, and the two of them lay wrapped in the doona.

Meer could remember it all. When Yunna had first seen the Goddesses, he'd just madly stared at them, and he seemed to forget all about her. She'd tried to get his attention again, get him to notice her…but nothing happened.

I went to such great lengths to impress him…I even tried to be like Lacus, who he said he had a crush on, and he just brushed me aside…and…and…Meer burst into tears, and remembered the day that…

…she'd dyed her hair. It was all pink now. She'd looked a lot like Lacus to start with, but…she just had that charisma. According to Yunna, at least. She was popular, could sing, was unique, caring, well-known, respected, intelligent…EVERYTHING! And Yunna liked her because of all that! He hadn't even talked with her for more than a minute, and he liked the girl…

Slowly, she stepped out of the car. The first person she wanted to find was Yunna. She wanted him to see how she looked. She wanted him to tell her that she was beautiful. The way he talked about Lacus. She ignored the glances and accusing glares of her classmates, and instead went to find Yunna.

"Yunna! There you are!" Yunna's purple-haired head was stuck in a book. He looked up at stared at her hair.

"Meer…your hair…what…" Yunna asked, stuttering.

"Do you think it looks good?" Meer asked, bubbly as ever.

Yunna paused, and then said, "No. I don't like it." And then he walked off. For the rest of the day, Meer was hounded by the glares of her peers, and murmurs of "copycat" and "weirdo" following her around. When she got home, she cried.

It had hurt.

It had hurt to hear him say that.

She had lived with it for a long time. She kept up the appearance, hoping that maybe, one day, he might say she looked beautiful. But he never had…until…

"This may be my last chance to show him that I'm beautiful. To show him…to show him that I love him."

Athrun stared at her blankly as he recounted her story. It'd been hard to believe, but he'd observed Meer. Once, he'd had a crush on her, he confessed, but he'd seen her and Yunna grow more distant.

"Will you help me? Because I feel this is my last chance to impress him. My last chance…or else…"

"I'll help…don't worry. I'll help you Meer."

Meer could remember the events of tonight, the sad and bitter events that had torn her life asunder.

"I still…I still love you, Yunna." Meer's voice trembled as she admitted her feelings a second time to the boy that had left her heartbroken and sad. But I still love him. I still do. No matter what he says.

Yunna looked up at her, face disarrayed and a mixture of surprise and pleasure in his face. But he tried to cover it up, and his face hardened again as he tried to deny his feelings. "I can't stay with you Meer. I need a girl who is good looking, who is beautiful-"

"Didn't you say I was beautiful?" Meer asked, trembling. Oh please, God, not again…not again…

"Meer, I got asked out by a Goddess, and you expect me to deny her?" Yunna's voice tried to employ a pleading tone, and Meer finally broke. She began to sob uncontrollably.

"I did everything I could to show you I loved you! I dressed as a Goddess; I tried to sing as well as one, all so I could impress you because I loved you. And every time I did, you just pushed me further and further away. Why, Yunna? Why?" Meer sobbed again.

"Why? Why do you hate me?" she asked again. You have two very real choices. To get over the fact that he hates you, or to not get over it. What will you do? Her mind asked her.

"Prepare for a bloody dawn…you don't know what you've caused Yunna…"

Tolle sped down the road, his Skyline's engine roaring as the highway carried him toward Kira's house at over a hundred kilometres an hour. Tolle was a responsible driver, and he'd never been clocked for drunken driving or speeding, which was a record he was proud of. And even now, he was still under the speed limit.

"Dum-bah doom-doom-doom-doom da-da-da-da-da-da daaaaaaa yeaaaah!" Tolle sang, quite out of tune, to the jazz CD he was listening to.

Kira had rang him earlier, asking, in a downcast manner whether Tolle could pick him up. After all, Kira had just had a break-up, and the boy was probably not in the most stable mental condition. Dunno why Kira needed me to take him back home…

Tolle was a courtier of heartache. He'd been a secret admirer of Lacus Clyne, and then Flay Alster. In succession, he'd come to heartbreak and sadness, so when Miriallia had come into his life, he'd doubted her love for him. Miri…heh, how could I be so dumb?

I should have known…that you were gonna be my baby…that you were gonna be my girl…and I will always stick by your side…Tolle's car sped along, Tolle distracted by thoughts of Miriallia spiralling around in his head.

Unfortunately, someone else was distracted too…someone crossing the road…

"Dammit. Damn, damn, dammit. Why did this have to turn out this way?" Athrun wondered aloud.

Because you were stupid. You knew that this would happen. You knew that this would lead to someone's heart breaking. And what do you do, you silly boy? You followed through with it…

"Damn you…I'd rather be burned than pass life by like the old geezer you want me to become…"

Even your arguments with me are half-hearted…I hear it in your voice…you cannot win against me…

"Damn you…DAMN YOU!" Athrun roared at the top of his voice. "I will win…I WILL WIN! You can't stop me, no matter what you say! All you've done is cause me grief!"

That's the spirit! C'mon, try harder, your pitiful arguments are like annoying flies…

Athrun suddenly saw the light. A bit too late, however.

Tolle's skyline suddenly skidded across the road, as Tolle realised he'd nearly crashed into someone. Veering to the left, he desperately tried to right his car, but to no avail; the car ploughed down the hill, out of control. Screaming, he covered his face, preparing to meet the end.

It came swiftly; a moment later, he crashed into a tree and a branch pierced through his throat, cutting his windpipe open. His death would be slow and painful-he was losing the air he needed to supply his body with oxygen. Blood was spilling from the wound, but strangely enough, Tolle cold think of only one person-Miriallia.

The blood was all over the windshield now. He looked at it; saw it in a different light. It was paint, just like the paint he'd used when he was young, paint he never used now. Then he'd been too busy to paint. Now…now it was different. Painstakingly, he traced his finger into the blood, and wrote something on the steering wheel.

When he realised his message wouldn't fit onto the steering wheel, and knowing his time was trickling away from him, he traced on the right side of the windshield a message. It would be the most important message for many people. The most important message in their life.

Athrun hurried over to the car, to find that it's occupant was dead. His hand had been poised, rigid, on the windshield. He'd been writing in his own blood, using his finger. "Oh God…what have I done?"

Fuck…run, fool…RUN!

Athrun ran. To the car. Even if the door's were shut, even if the occupants weren't moving and appeared that they were dead, he had to be sure. He hurried over, and inspected…

"Tolle? Oh God no…" Athrun murmured to himself. Then he read what the boy had written in his dying moments…

The blood dribbled down, the letters messy and unsteady, but readable. Every letter had blood as its underline, and the red liquid dribbled messily everywhere, a great contradiction to the actual message. It read…

"Be happy."

Sorry about the "Climatic End" Part. You can imagine what the next chapter is...Oh well. It was from a friend's MSN nickname...