Title: Letting Go
Author/Authoress: Nobodyfamous/Lycaena
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a terribly translated box set of GSD (It was translated from Japanese to Chinese to English, just to give you an idea of how bad it is)
Theme/Challenge: #41 The falling of Cherry Blossoms
Fandom: Gundam SEED
Pairing: Slight Miriallia/Tolle
Rating: G

The rough bark scraped against her back as she slid down to sit on the ground. It was perfect out. A light drizzle of rain, and the sun wasn't shining too brightly. He would have loved it. The location was perfect. He had a nice tree to give him shelter from the sun for a few hours of the day, and for guests to lean against, and he was right on the crest of a hill. He could see the sun rise perfectly from where he had been placed. She shook her head. He couldn't see. He wasn't even there. No, when she would speak, she wouldn't be speaking to him, but to things that were precious to him. She would never be able to say a proper goodbye, since there was nobody to say it to. Objects could not replace a person, yet people tried. Why? Did it give them a sense of finality? She shook her head again. People were so confusing. They were always trying to find themselves. She had known who she was a long time ago. He had made her who she was. So, now that she was without Him, who was she? A pink blossom fluttered over her head before landing in her hair. She brushed it off and shuddered. Soon after, two more fell. Was He scolding her for feeling depressed and confused? He had always known that she hated it when things fell onto her head, a fear from when she was little. Someone had put a rather large grasshopper in her hair, and it had gotten stuck. Ever since, she had hated having anything on her head. A fourth blossom fell onto her. It couldn't just be a coincidence. The blossoms weren't falling anywhere else. Was it possible? Did he really want her to be happy? To move on? She gently grabbed the blossom that was still in her hair and stared at it. Something wet dripped onto it. She didn't know if it was a tear or the rain. A gust of wind blew it from her hand, and carried with it her last words to him.

"Good-bye"

A/N: I spent so much time trying to decide if she should say 'Good-bye' or 'I love you' at the end. What do you think?

For those who were confused, she was sitting by his grave.