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Choice
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"Why did you help me?"
Kira had asked Lacus this, once as he lay on the bed upon her garden.
She had smiled when he said it, and those delicate fingers went to brush his cheek. "Because you look like that you have the world weighed upon your shoulders."
He looked away from her upon her answer, because every syllable was a stinging truth, rubbing salt over his fresh wounds, his eyes burning.
"Your eyes... they were so sad."
He recoiled the second time she touched him to wipe away the tears, with Fllay in his mind, Fllay in her words, Fllay on every tip of her fingers. Every inch within her, saying let me lighten you burden.But Lacus accepted the Fllay in him and didn't push away the Fllay in her.
"Aren't you Athrun's fiancée?"
"He is someone who might be my husband some day," she replied. "But now I dreamed of that day with another person."
Kira didn't understand those words back then, but as he walked back to the beach house with Lacus' hand in his one year later, he started to see in her eyes what she saw in his eyes that day, crystal clear.