Disclaimer: I do not own GS/D in any way. All I own is my Meer Campbell figurine. I don't even have a Lunamaria Hawke one! T_T
Sometimes I wonder, would it have been any different if she was still alive?
Would I still love her?
Would I forgive her for using me?
Sometimes at night, I would hug Lacus in my sleep and I would whisper sweet nothings into her ear. But those hugs and those words didn't belong to Lacus; and she knew it.
Sometimes, I hear Lacus crying at night, praying that someday I might return her love. As mean as it may sound, I will never love Lacus, not that way. I love her as a friend, or maybe as my sister. But not the way I love Fllay.
When I first saw Meyrin when she boarded the Archangel, I had thought she was Fllay. I ran to her, crying. She was surprised, but somehow, she knew that I needed comfort and allowed me to cry. I was convinced that it really was Fllay, until Athrun woke up.
He told me that it wasn't her, that it wasn't Fllay.
Maybe that was why it felt strangely empty, even when I cried on Meyrin. It wasn't the same.
Cagalli has told me many times to let go of her, because she didn't deserve me. I always ignore her. Once, I told her to stop poking her nose into my business and start trying to save her relationship with Athrun. She didn't talk to me for a week.
Fllay really was gone. Faded from my grip.
The doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a pretty red-head staring at me wide blue-grey eyes.
"Hey, Meyrin," I greeted somewhat sadly.
The red-head's eyebrows furrowed.
"Kira? It's me."