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She had chosen her country over him. She was willing to marry some freak for her country. She didn't give a damn about his feelings. But yet, he still loved her.
She was strong and independent on the outside, but he knew how fragile, how breakable she really was.
She was so young. She shouldn't have to run a country by herself. But sometimes, we don't always get what we want in life. And Athrun knew that all too well.
He wanted Cagalli. He wanted her so badly. But he couldn't have her. He had to content himself with protecting her from afar.
There was a glass wall between them. No matter how hard Athrun tried to break the glass, it was still there, as strong as ever. Stronger, if possible.
She wanted to be with him too, he was sure of it. But that damned glass wall came in between them. He had found Cagalli in Meyrin's arms. It was wrong, to use the younger girl, but he couldn't help himself.
Every tear Meyrin shed, Cagalli shed three times as much.
Every time Meyrin smiled, he knew, Cagalli was crying.
Every time Meyrin worried for him, he worried for Cagalli.
Every time Athrun saved Meyrin, he never really saved her. He saved Cagalli.
"It'll be okay," he had said to Meyrin.
"It'll be okay," he had said to Meer.
"It's not okay," he had said to Cagalli, "It's not okay without you by my side."
Cagalli wanted him. She wanted him badly. But no matter what they did, there would always be that glass wall between them.