Dream Come True
by Helen
Part 1
It's almost been a week since Duo became ill. I still can't help but blame myself even though he told me countless of times to just forget it.
But that night and the morning after is something I don't want to forget. It was the first time I have seen him cry and the first time I...
I swallow hard. Even after a week, my hand still tingles and grows warm as I remember how I cupped his cheek to brush his tears away and when I woke up with his hand in mine.
The same hand that possessed itself to write down what I was thinking while doing the translations to the song. I reach over to my desk and flip open the diary.
//It's almost like... my own thoughts... my own feelings... put into the lyrics.//
How utterly embarrassing. I can't believe I wrote that.
//I hope one day I can do what he says...//
While it is true, I never meant to write it out. God... I was afraid that Duo would bring it up. I was afraid that he wouldn't...
Turns out that he did. Or came close to it. I flip the page like I had done days before.
//Heero. I wanna thank you for taking care of me when I was bedridden. I don't think I've ever had someone do that for me. Thank you for the translations as well. They were really... nice.//
Nice... He thought that they were nice. Oh well, what more can I hope for? I got his thanks and gratitude. It's enough.
I almost turn the page again when I stop. What is this? I look closer at Duo's entry. It looks like... something written but... erased. I straighten in my seat on the couch.
No... I'm not delusional. I can just barely see it.
Getting up, I grab a pencil from my desk. Holding it at an angle, I gently sweep it back and forth across the page, letting the lead highlight the letters, the words that never reached my eyes, until today.
After a few moments, I can finally read the forgotten message.
//I wish you can do what he says too...//
I nearly drop the diary in my limp hands but I tighten my hold. Does this mean what I think it means?! Oh my god...
I shake my head.
Let's not jump to conclusions here. I flip to his next entry after mine. Another erased part. Taking the pencil again, I repeat the process.
//There is something I //
"There is something I" what?! My heart beats harder as I flip forward in the diary again. Searching again.
Taking the pencil again.
//I need to tell you something.//
*Dokun dokun dokun*
Flipping forward once more, I reach the final entry, the newest one that I haven't read yet, near the bottom of the page.
//Heero.
All week long I've thought about this. Again and again, I've tried to tell you face-to-face but I can't. I've tried calling to tell you but I can't. I've even tried writing it in here but I can't. But... I know that it must be done.You deserve to know.//
I can almost feel my heart explode from my chest. It is pounding so hard. I flip to the next page.
Three words.
The diary falls this time, from my limp hands as my heart abruptly stops.
Part 2
The warm spring wind blows through the open window of my living room, rustling the silky drapes of cloth.
I exhale softly, taking hold of my braid and toying with it. Closing my eyes, I try to calm the insistent thumping in my chest. I had returned the diary to Heero earlier this morning and it's already nearing noon.
He most likely read what I wrote by now.
I bite my bottom lip. It was so hard... to write that. I tried to let him know for the past week, but my throat would suddenly close up as aching images burned through my mind. But I know I have to face him sooner or later and by offering no explanation for my entry, I cannot escape.
I just wonder how he will react... Hopefully not like--
*ding-dong*
I swallow hard as I slowly got up and made my way to the door. I make an effort to stop my trembling hand as it makes contact with the doorknob.
Grasp. Turn. Pull.
There stands Heero with the diary, just like I expected. I manage to meet his eyes and a wavering smile settles on my face.
"Hey," I whisper to him and open the door wider. But he makes no move to come inside. Instead, he blinks almost in slow motion and I can make out a thin gloss of moisture in his eyes.
"It's true... isn't it?"
Words die in my throat. He slowly brings the diary up to his chest, his grip tightening on it like mine is on the doorknob. I can only nod slightly.
Receiving my answer, he smiles slightly and closes his eyes.
"When?"
Eyes open again.
"S... Soon."
Head turns away.
"Sou ka... I see..."
Sadness bubbles up.
"Heero... I don't want to lea--"
Droplet forming slowly.
"But... you need to..."
He looks at me once again after whispering that painfully true statement, his eyes brimming, threatening to overflow as more bubbles up. I vaguely realize... in the back of my mind... that he is reacting the same way as...
*plat*
His grip on the diary had loosened and it dropped to the floor, opening to those three words that I have written, that he has read.
//I am leaving.//
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