She was dancing, she was spinning, and then she was dead.
No one knew what happened.
He had held her in his arms, and they were dancing together, at Cagalli and Athrun's marriage. She had looked stunning in her pale blue gown, and she had giggled when he told her that.
She was beautiful. And for a second, he pondered if he really deserved her.
She was dancing, she was spinning, she was being so her, that it struck his heart.
He knew he was in love.
And then she was dead.
A gun shot that was intended for Cagalli, but had tragically hit her instead. And she died right away on the impact, and there was nothing they could do.
And he went insane.
He didn't believe it. She was a coordinator, she was strong, she should be able to survive the bullet, right?
Wrong.
After they pronounced her dead, he had slammed his own sister against the wall, screaming, "Why couldn't it have been you! Why her! It was aimed for you, so why her!"
He remember the fear and sadness in his sister's eyes, and the rage in Athrun. Athrun had thrown him off her, and instead whispered comforting words to his wife, who was ultimately breaking down.
And he had ran. He ran to her corspe, where the poilce were crowding around, to look for any evidence of the murderer.
He he had broken through the crowd, and hugged her body close to him, ignoring the protests of the others.
"I love you," he had brokenly whispered, as the tears dripped slowly down his face.
And somewhere, he imagined her voice saying, "I know, I feel the same way."
D: I hope this isnt too bad. I need to update my Melody of Tomorow, but I plan on updating my little fics first. ; I love writing drabbles!
In case you haven't noticed, it's a KiraLacus pairing.
