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TIMELINE: The story mostly takes place
after Endless Waltz. To be more precise, one year after Endless Waltz. That
means two years after my very own Treize’s Revenge series.
NOTE: The song ‘A Place Nearby’ used in this fic is not by me. It belongs to a Norwegian singer Lene Marlin (who also wrote ‘Unforgivable Sinner’) and I used the title of the song as the title to this chapter. Personally, I think it’s a very beautiful song. One of my favorites.
By Arayelle Lynn.
Emptiness was what he felt right
then. He felt as empty as a void while staring at where his heart was. A cry
was stuck in his throat when the explosion struck home and only now it escaped
from his lips. Quatre howled, an anguish cries so sorrowful and painful that
Trowa felt as if his heart was about to burst. He felt Quatre struggled against
his hold, trying to break away so he could go to the spot where Nova exploded,
hoping that somehow Kylie or Heero survived.
But Trowa knew that if he
couldn’t restrain the hysterical Sandrock pilot now, he would lose him to
madness forever. And so, he maintained his hold around Sandrock, swallowing his
own sadness at losing two of his comrades, whom one he had considered a close
friend. As he held onto Quatre, he vaguely heard Duo said something. Something about
the way the two pilots would’ve wanted it to end.
Next to him, Altron stood
staring at the direction where their friends had disappeared. As usual, Trowa
failed to read what’s on Wu Fei’s mind but he did see his body trembling. But
whether it was from anger or sorrow, Trowa couldn’t tell.
As for Zechs, he was watching
the wreckage in a respectful silence. But Trowa knew that something was playing
in his mind, perhaps his failure to protect Treize’s ward and Heero from death.
Over the communication channel,
Trowa could hear the sound of sobs coming from the Preventers base and from one
of the prisoner’s ships. Trowa sympathized with the trauma Mariemaia was
experiencing, hoping that someone on the ship was offering the girl the comfort
that she needed.
His mind finally ceased
wondering, Trowa finally realized that Sandrock had stopped struggling.
Worried, Trowa opened the channel. “Quatre, are you alright?” he asked but
there was no answer. Turning to regard the others, he said, “Quatre’s hurt. I’m
going to go back to base. At least we
could still save Quatre.” His voice nearly broke when he said the last
sentence.
Then Heavyarms flew off, holding
onto Sandrock like precious treasure. The others lingered around, seeing what
was left of the war. The shockwave had destroyed most of the alien fighters.
The surviving ones were all scattered and was fleeing deep into outer space.
The wormhole was closed before the Telrhani reinforcements arrive. At the
moment, the Earth force, Preventers, Maganacs and Gundam team were the only
ones standing in the battlefield.
For a moment, the war’s over.
Then Altron and Deathscythe
escorted the prisoners back to the Preventer headquarters, leaving Epyon alone
in the battlefield. Zechs looked over where he identified as Kylie’s grave.
“You’d truly produced your ideal perfect soldier, Treize. I applaud you for
that, my old friend. She was someone I am proud to fight with.”
Zechs then raised his hand in a
smart salute. “Rest in peace, Kyle Rayden. Your fight is over.” Then he turned
away and stopped midway. His eyes wandered all over the space before him.
“Heero, I say no farewell to you, my friend. I just hope you’ll get over your
grief soon because we need you.”
Then Epyon headed away from
what’s left from mankind’s first survival against an alien invasion.
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Relena stared at the screen in
great shock. She waited, hoping that Heero would reappear like he always did
and with him, Kylie, since she knew that he’s capable of doing the most
impossible thing. But nothing like that happened. For once, her life was void
of Heero’s infamous miracles.
As the truth finally sank in,
Relena drew a deep breath but too late. A sob racked her body as she fell to
her knees. Vincent rushed by her side to hold her in his arms, to offer as much
comfort as he could. However as he held Relena close, he managed to catch her
whispering something. “Heero, I love you.”
Somewhere behind them, Vincent
heard Lady Une slumped on her seat. Despite the victory, there was nothing but
defeat on her face.
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Summer, After Colony 198.
After a seemingly futile
struggle against the Telrhani, mankind managed to stop the Telrhani invasion.
With the destruction of the wormhole and the mothership, the small number of
the surviving Telrhani were left scattered, unable to return to their
homeworld.
In order to avoid any future
confrontation, the Preventers were given the duty of watching over the
remaining Telrhani’s activity, as well as to salvage what was left from the
war. The rescued prisoners were returned to their homes in teary reunions. And
for a time being, the war was over.
However, the war had also cost
mankind greatly. Despite of the number of prisoners rescued from the mothership
and the slaveships, there was also a long list of missing prisoners, being
successfully transported through the wormhole before they could be rescued. And
although the number of casualty was little, it was marred by the loss of two
Gundam pilots. One dead and the other missing, presumably dead as well.
Even so, plans were being made
to rescue other prisoners who had been transported to the Telrhani homeworld.
For now the brave soldiers, including the Gundam pilots were found
recuperating, healing from physical wounds as well as personal losses. The
remaining pilots had stayed together in order to help each other, especially
the seriously-wounded Quatre Winner, recover from the emotional pain. Trowa
Barton had been the one tirelessly stood by his side, day and night, and only
left to return Catherine Bloom to their remaining circus family.
It was then Quatre Winner was
visited by an unusual visitor.
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He first heard a singing voice,
soft and sweet. Battling against the drugs that his physician administered,
Quatre forced his eyes open and was rewarded by a beautiful and unbelievable
sight. Standing before him, wearing a blue summer dress was Kylie, looking very
much alive and well. Her peaceful face smiled at him as she touched his face.
“Don’t get up, Quatre,” she
said, her voice was music to his ears. Gently, she pushed him back down.
He looked at her, disbelief.
“You’re still alive!” he said, in wonder. He found the thought disturbing as
well as pleasant.
“Of course I am,” said Kylie,
arranging the bouquet of red roses she brought in a vase. She then took his
hand. “I came here to see you. How are you feeling?” she asked, patting his
hand gently. Feeling relief at last, Quatre smiled groggily. “I’m fine now.” He
yawned. “And sleepy.”
Kylie chuckled. It sounded like
music to his ears. “Go back to sleep, Winner,” she said, pulling the blanket up
to his chin. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright now,” she whispered. “I’m
going to take care of you just like old times.” Her hair fell on Quatre’s cheek
as she bent over to kiss his forehead.
“I promise…”
Quatre woke up with a start. He
thought that he heard the door being closed but a look around his room revealed
to him that no one had come in. Not even Kylie. Quatre then realized,
painfully, that he had been dreaming. Kylie’s gone, gone forever from his life.
She won’t be returning to protect him anymore. He’s on his own.
Right then, the door slid open.
Something inside him prayed that it would be Kylie. That somehow the dream was
real and that she had gone to the ladies when he had been asleep. But his
prayers were not answered. Instead of Kylie’s dark red hair, he saw a bright
blond hair of a girl.
“Dorothy,” he said, sinking his
head back onto the pillow.
Dorothy failed to detect the
pain in his voice as she strode over, carrying a bouquet of daisy. “How are you
doing, Quatre?”
With a pang, Quatre answered,
“I’m doing fine.” He knew that he would be answering the same question for a
long time. “Where’s Wu Fei?” he asked. “I thought he was suppose to baby-sit me
today,” he said, barely hiding the bitterness in his voice. In his sorrow and
pain, Quatre had grown to resent the extra attention his friends were giving
him. He wished that they would leave him alone.
Startled, Dorothy answered his
question anyway. “He wasn’t outside when I got here.” She paused, gesturing at
the daisies. “Anyway, Duo thought that the flowers might cheer you up,” she
said, turning to put the bouquet in a vase. And stopped.
“I guess someone beat Duo on the
whole flower idea,” she observed.
Quatre looked up and was
startled to find a stalk of red rose in the vase. Dorothy examined the rose,
frowning. “Hmm… there’s no note,” she commented. Then she waved the thought
away. “Must be Trowa then. I’ll just arrange the daisies around the rose then.”
But Quatre was busy thinking to
hear what she was saying. His eyes stayed on the single red rose, which seemed
odd among the white daisies. ‘Could it be…’ he thought. ‘No. Kylie’s dead. No
one could’ve survive the blast such as that.’ But still, something deep inside
his heart refused to believe it.
Seeing the stricken look on
Quatre’s face, she decided to tell him the news. “Lady Une has started the
search among the wreckage. But so far, they’ve found nothing. Everything was so
scattered that it is hard to determine which belong to Nova or Wing Zero or the
Telrhani ships. They were beginning to think that Wing Zero was not destroyed
but for now, they’re still investigating the matter.”
Wordlessly, Quatre nodded.
Although he was convinced that Kylie’s dead, he still refused to believe that
Heero was. And so were the other Gundam pilots. They all believed that Heero
was a good enough pilot to perform miracles, such as getting out of the
explosion in time. But Quatre couldn’t help but wondering where the Wing Zero
pilot was.
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Walking away from Quatre Raberba
Winner’s room in the hospital’s west wing, a young man pulled down his cap and
walked towards the elevators. His stride was quick, as to avoid an unwanted
confrontation with the newly arrived Dorothy Catalonia. His mission here was
done and he just wanted to return to the place where he came from, without
anyone ever knowing his presence there.
But as he was exiting the west
wing, a voice stopped him. Leaning against the wall ahead of him, was Wu Fei.
“Hello, Heero Yuy,” he said, his
eyes regarded the supposedly missing Wing Zero pilot. “Glad to see you alive.”
He took note of Heero’s stiff posture, remembering that he had been wounded
while fighting Sira. Wu Fei himself had his chest bandaged, which was well
hidden under his shirt.
Pushing himself from the wall,
Wu Fei walked over him. “I should’ve known that you’d be hard to kill. May I
ask what are you doing here, hiding from everybody?” He raised his eyebrow,
questioningly. “I thought you would be kind enough as to let us know that
you’re still alive.”
“I have my reasons,” Heero
answered under his cap. “As to my being here, I was actually running an
errand.”
Startled, Wu Fei looked at him
sharply. Then he turned to look at where Heero had came from. “Did she
sent you?” he asked, his voice shaky at the impossible prospect. A tiny hope
emerged from deep within. But that hope vanished when Heero shook his head.
“She would’ve wanted it this
way,” he answered.
Wu Fei slumped onto a wall,
defeatedly. “So, Kylie is truly gone.”
Heero did not answer. He simply
lowered his head, in a mourn.
For a moment, there was silence
between them. Then Heero lowered his cap even more and started walking past Wu
Fei. He stopped as he was shoulder-to-shoulder with the Chinese pilot and
regarded him from the corner of his eyes. “Good bye, Wu Fei,” he said, then
continued his journey. But Wu Fei stopped him again.
“I won’t tell Darlian,” he said,
interpreting the look that Heero gave him a moment ago. “It’ll be between you
two when you’re ready.”
Heero gave him an appreciative
nod before walking away. Wu Fei turned around to walk back to Quatre’s room and
only to realize one thing. Heero Yuy wasn’t walking towards the elevator. In
fact, he was making his way towards the east wing!
Turning to ask Heero why, Wu Fei
discovered that the silent pilot was gone. Still in deep thought, the Chinese
pilot made his way back, walking silently along the tranquil hospital hallway.
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The wedding of Duo Maxwell and
Hilde Schbeiker took place in the garden of what used to be the Maxwell church
in a warm and beautiful autumn morning. With the exception of the two
presumably dead Gundam pilots, everyone the bride and groom ever known attended
the joyous occasion.
With Heero dead and Quatre still
recovering, Trowa took Heero’s role as Duo’s Best man while his sister,
Catherine walked down the aisle as Hilde’s maid of honor. Somehow, a strong
bond of friendship between the two girls had blossomed during the twisted and
painful war.
Quatre, on the other hand,
volunteered to finance the wedding despite Duo’s argument. The latter had
planned to postpone the wedding until he have enough money but Quatre’s
generous offer speed up the wedding to a date where he and Hilde had decided on
earlier. And not wanting to hurt the feelings of his wounded friend, Duo
accepted Quatre’s charity as well as the new house he offered to the newly
weds. But nothing could make Duo accept Quatre’s job offer and leave his
salvage business, so the blond pilot opted to leave it at that.
Personally, Trowa was just thankful that the wedding took place on the intended date. After months of grieving and recuperating, Quatre was finally smiling. And somehow, his smile alone brightened the day although it didn’t quite reached his eyes yet. And the day continued to brighten when Hilde the bride appeared, looking more beautiful than ever as each guest stared at her in awe.
And the look of pure happiness
on Duo’s face was something Trowa wouldn’t trade for the world. It wasn’t the
mischievous happy face the braided pilot always wore, instead it was a happy
look of someone whose life was finally complete. If only they were all
here and filled the missing places, Trowa found himself thought regrettably,
then the wedding would be perfect.
As the couple exchanged eternal vows, Trowa found himself glancing at the back of the small crowd. It was then, silhouetted by the glaring morning sun, Trowa saw a tiny lone figure standing far back. The figure seemed to be watching the whole ceremony. Realizing what he was seeing, Trowa turned to look at the others. But his trail of thoughts was interrupted by the cheers from the Maganac corp. as Duo and Hilde shared a shy kiss.
Trowa then found himself shaking
Duo’s hand, congratulating him while others surrounded them. When his line of
vision was finally cleared, Trowa saw that the lone figure was already gone.
Unsure what he had just seen, Trowa decided to keep it to himself.
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A few weeks later, another
wedding took place. This time, all eyes were onto the ESUN Vice Foreign
Minister Relena Darlian and her childhood friend, Vincent Dupree. The wedding
took place in the newly repaired palace of the Sanc Kingdom with guests coming
from all over the world.
Quatre showed up with Dorothy
and the newlyweds Duo and Hilde, representing the colonies himself. Trowa and
Wu Fei, though in the guest lists, opted to stay far behind, expecting
something to happen. They’d been acting as Relena’s secret bodyguards for quite
some time. When the news came that the Wing Zero pilot was dead, there had been
many attempts on Relena’s life. And so, both took the duty of continuing
Heero’s job of protecting the young minister.
Silence fell on the ballroom as
the ceremony started. Everyone craned their necks as Relena Darlian swept down
the aisle, gracefully. Her head held up as her face took on a regal bearing.
She looked like a moving marble statue, beautiful and captivating. Ladies
sighed at the sight of the bride as men murmured their approvals. So awestruck
they were at Relena’s beauty that none notice that tiny hint of sadness in her
eyes.
And Relena had been very
sad.
When Lady Une ceased her search
for signs of Wing Zero, Relena had lost all hope of ever seeing her shining
knight again. In her confusion and pain, she accepted Vincent’s proposal for
two reasons: that he loved her with all his heart and that it had been Heero’s
final wish.
It took Relena her whole strength to show others of her recovery. And it hadn’t been easy. When the war was over, Relena had buried herself with nothing but work. She even let Vincent planned the wedding, showing only her support upon his every decision. She also expressed regrets for the lost lives and gave hope for those who had lost their family by making countless visits. She showed them strength that they could indeed triumph over the Telrhani should the peaceful solution proved useless. She showed them all but never her own sorrow. She knew that she would break down should she let that feeling came near her.
And so, Relena opted to smile a
lot. She smiled at everyone, even at her brother Milliardo. She had learned of
his secret marriage to Noin and had rejoiced it. She had made everyone
celebrate their miraculous victory and only to grieve silently for Heero. Every
night, alone in her room in the dark. Her arms would hold the teddy bear Heero
gave her, grieving for her knight-in-shining-armor that won’t be protecting her
in the shadows anymore.
As she walked down the aisle,
the same emotion was threatening to overwhelm her again. Although she could
clearly see Vincent at the altar, she could only visualize Heero standing there
awaiting her. Although her mind wondered on the small children she and Vincent
were going to have, she could only imagine little Heero Yuys. And although she
tried to image getting old with Vincent, she could only see herself dying from
old age in Heero’s strong arms.
Realizing what she had been
thinking, Relena mustered all her strength to focus on Vincent, their future
children and the life that they were going to have together. She forced herself
to push away the fantasy of living and dying with Heero Yuy. Though her legs
shaking under the wedding dress, Relena was thankful that she made to the altar
in one piece.
When Relena finally reached him,
Vincent studied her briefly. He had been left breathless from the moment she
appeared. Relena was even more beautiful than he had imagined. But he was
slightly disturbed by the look in her eyes. Although she was smiling at him,
there was something in her eyes that hinted a touch of sorrow. He would’ve
wondered about it more if the priest hadn’t broke his trail of thoughts.
Blinking, he realized that the
priest had asked the audience if there were any objections in their union. And
Vincent was well aware of the gazes fallen on Relena, especially those of the
Gundam pilots. He even saw Relena’s brother, Zechs Merquise, studying his
sister carefully.
But the hall remained silent.
And so, the priest continued on,
with Relena painfully aware of the gazes upon her. She could almost sense
Vincent’s discomfort but still, she remained silent. Her mind was elsewhere.
Back to where she and Vincent were childhood friends and back where she met
Heero Yuy.
A shift of movement from someone
close by broke her nostalgic thoughts. She looked up to see Vincent staring
down at her, in verge of saying something. “I’m sorry, Relena,” he said to her
before turning to the priest before them. “I can’t marry this girl. Her heart
belongs to someone else.”
There was a gasp among the
guests. Even the Gundam pilots were startled. Vincent turned back to Relena,
holding her hands in his. “Relena Darlian, I love you with all my heart,” he
confessed. “I love you from the day I met you, when we were children and I love
you until there’s no tomorrow.” He then stared deep into her eyes. “But I can’t
marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”
He put a finger on her lips when
Relena was about to cut him off.
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“You might think that you love me now. But it’s obvious that your heart is with
someone else.” He looked away, his teeth clenched. “And I shouldn’t have put
you through this. I’m sorry to have hurt you now but I could never fill that
space in your heart because it’s already taken.”
Then he looked at her in the
eye, gently and kindly. “But if this Heero Yuy is truly dead, if you decide
that he’s dead to you and you’re ready to accept me then know this Relena
Darlian, I would always wait for you.” He then kissed her forehead. He tried to
ignore the stricken look on her face. “I’ll be waiting,” he whispered to her.
Then, he was gone.
It was only when the shock wore
off that Relena sank to her knees, sobbing. All the sorrow, the pain she
suffered alone, couldn’t be contained anymore. She sensed someone rushed to her
side, feeling a familiar strong arms enfolding her as she cried on the shoulder
of her brother. She vaguely heard her brother chanting, “Let it out, Relena.
Let it all out.”
And she did, whole-heartedly. In
her tears, she only moaned one word. “Heero.”
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Standing a few meters away,
Quatre watched the siblings. His own voice caught in his throat as he beheld
the sorrowful sight. He knew exactly how Relena feel, understood her pain
because he was feeling the same thing too. He had wanted to cry, he wanted to
tell her that he shares her pain but instead, he looked on in silence. He was
still unwilling to express his real feelings, still unwilling to show his pain.
And so, he kept his stoic demeanor.
Dorothy, standing close to
Quatre, saw his face paled. She could see his body trembling but the look on
his face was stone and ice. She reached for his hand, with him never noticing
the gesture, and squeezed it reassuringly. Her mind went to the last time she
talked to the cold Nova pilot. Their words.
“Are you in love with
Quatre?”
“Yes. It doesn’t matter now. Quatre is always safer
with you. You can give him things that I can’t.”
“I see. Take care of him for me, Dorothy.”
‘And I will. I promise you this, Kylie,’ she thought, there’s a determination in her heart that she had never felt before. ‘I promise to you and to myself that I will help Quatre heal, no matter what.’ She looked up, into the gentle morning sun. ‘I just hope that you’re finally happy by Mr. Treize’s side.’
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After trying for months, Amy finally got through to the Preventer headquarters. In the previous months, the Preventers had been busy sweeping through the debris left by the devastation of war, as well as keeping more than one eye on the remaining Telrhani as a precaution. However, instead of taking her to see the head of Preventer Lady Une directly, Amy was brought before a low ranked agent who was waiting for her patiently behind a desk.
He rose to his feet when she entered. “How may we help you, Miss Pierson?” he asked politely, despite the fatigue in his eyes. A load of paperwork piled up on his desk, Amy noticed.
Fidgeting, Amy answered his enquiry. “I wish to have a word with Lady Une.”
The Preventer agent sighed. She had been one among many people who had wanted to see the boss all these months. Shaking his head, he said, “I’m sorry, Miss Pierson. Lady Une isn’t available at this moment. She is… engaged elsewhere for a little while.” He neglected to inform her that the head Preventer was taking a leave to be with her adopted daughter, Mariemaia.
Amy’s lips quivered. “Then, could you direct me to the Gundam pilot Kylie Rayden? She told me that she is staying in this base,” she said, hopefully. “It’s very important,” she added.
Her words seemed to catch his attention. He looked at her, carefully. “You mean the pilot of Gundam Nova?”
Amy shrugged, unsure if that was the name of Kylie’s Gundam. But she was willing to say anything to see her again.
But obviously, the Preventer agent wasn’t too sure. He gestured at her. “You may want to take a seat, Miss Pierson,” he suggested as he walked around his desk to face her. Frowning out of fear and concern, Amy remained standing. “Are you her immediate family?” the agent asked, looking at her carefully. He’d never known the pilot to have any relatives.
“What is it?” she asked, finding her voice surprisingly weak. “What happened?” She looked at him, bewildered.
The Preventer agent looked at her, sympathetically. “Gundam pilot Kylie Rayden was killed in action in the last battle. She… sacrificed herself to destroy the wormhole device as well as the mothership hovering near the orbit of Pluto.” He lowered his head, respectfully. “She was killed along with another Gundam pilot. Their sacrifices made it possible for us to win the war.”
There was an anguish cry as Amy fell onto her knees. She sobbed, not willing to accept the fact. Jack was gone, lost to her somewhere in another galaxy. And now Kylie’s gone as well, dead among the debris in space. Hope diminished before she could even cling on to it.
The agent knelt beside her, calling for his men to bring some water. His arm closed around the sob racked body of the young woman, guessing that she must somehow knew the dead Gundam pilot well. But before he could lead her to a chair, the girl stopped him.
“It’s okay,” she said, sniffling. She seemed frail to him at the moment. “I’m fine.” She looked up to him, having wiped all the tears away. A look of defeat and hopelessness reflected in her eyes. But he could also see a hint of strength in those eyes.
“Are you alright, miss?” he asked gently.
She nodded, pushing herself away. “I’ll be fine. I just need to be by myself,” she said, absent-mindedly walking out of the office. The Preventer agent watched her go, shaking his head in sorrow. “Looks like there’s another person grieving for the Gundam pilot,” he muttered to himself. “I just hope we won’t be losing anymore pilots when we send them with the rescue team to the Telrhani Empire.”
With that he continued with his work.
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At the same time Amy paid a visit to the Preventer headquarters, the door to Kylie Rayden’s quarters slid open. A figure entered, his steps were heavy and weary. He knew that it was too early for him to be there. But he needed to do the hardest thing. He needed to let her go.
And so when he heard that the Preventers planned to clean up the quarters for new recruits, he volunteered.
Walking around the room, he could almost feel her presence. Although she had been gone for weeks now, her essence lingered in the room. Her bed was well made as if she’d never laid on it. The documents, mostly war plans and Nova blueprints, were stacked nicely. And when he opened her wardrobe, it was so neat that nothing was out of place.
Sadly he shook his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Throughout the year, he had learned to love her and knew a little more about her. But he hadn’t known how neat she was until now. That made him even wonder if there were parts of her that he didn’t know about. And that even made the lump in his throat grew in size.
He hung his head forward. He clutched his burning chest, forcing the tears to disappear. And when he finally regained his composure, he reached for her clothes. When he had gathered all the clothes, he started with the documents on the table, placing everything in the boxes that would be sent to Lady Une who had taken a long leave.
But as he was about to turn for the exit, he stopped. He noticed that in all of the neatness and order in the room, there was one thing that was out of place. The mirror, which was hung on the wall. It was cracked, as if something had hit it. Or someone.
Sensing that she had been the one responsible, he trailed his fingers along the cobweb-like crack, thinking that he could feel her pain by doing so. But he jerked his fingers back when he felt a sharp pain. Blood oozed from where the sharp pieces cut him. He let the blood dripped onto the floor, not feeling the pain at all. His heart already felt all the pain in the world.
That’s when he lost it. The sorrow crashed on him so suddenly that he didn’t have time or the opportunity to press it back. A sob broke from his lips as he curled onto the bed in a tight ball. It was then all his defensive walls crumbled and Quatre Winner cried like a child.
In the background, a song echoed, its lyrics carried a very deep meaning.
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Amy ran like she had never run before. Just when her world was finally complete, it crumbled, leaving her with nothing to go on once again. Her thoughts went back to the time when her family had been killed during the conflict in AC 195. Back then, Kyle was there to help her up. Help her rebuilt her life.
But now, Kyle was no longer there. Her cold knight will no longer protect her and help her rebuilt her life. He couldn’t even return her heart. Now, there was only emptiness inside her. She had lost love and family all at the same time. More painfully, without much of a good bye.
And as she walked down her path of sorrow, Amy distinctively heard a song played in the background. She recognized the song immediately. It had been one of the last songs Kyle wrote before he left the band. He had told Amy once that it was for someone who had been like a father to her. Ironically, the lyrics seemed to compliment this sorrowful moment perfectly. It was as if Kyle was reaching out to her, telling her something.
She found herself listening to the song carefully.
A PLACE NEARBY
I entered the room
Sat by your bed all through the night.
I watched your daily fight
I hardly knew.
The pain was almost more
Than I could bear
And still I hear
Your last words to me.
Heaven is a place nearby
So I won’t be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you’ll find me someday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there’s no need to say good-bye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I’ll always be by your side.
You just faded away
You spread your wings you had flown
Away to something unknown
Wish I could bring you back
You’re always on my mind
About to tear myself apart
You have your special place in my heart
Always
Heaven is a place nearby
So I won’t be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you’ll find me someday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there’s no need to say good bye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I’ll always be by your side.
And even when I go to sleep
I still can hear your voice
And those words
I never will forget.
Heaven is a place nearby
So I won’t be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you’ll find me someday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there’s no need to say good bye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I’ll always be by your side.
And Amy knew, some place far away, someone else was listening to the song, drawing an unseen strength from it. She only hoped that the song would bring them enough strength to carry on. Enough strength to build them a new life.
But will it be enough to extinguish the pain of losing an unfulfilled love?
Only time could tell.
Or maybe even hope…
THE END.
CONTINUED IN SERIES 3: SHATTERED MIRRORS
Writer’s note: Whew! It’s finally over. Yeah, I know this series is kinda long. But next time, I’ll try to make it as short as I possibly can. Oh, yeah. Want to know what happen next? Wait until ‘Shattered Mirrors’. It’s REALLY going to be earth-shattering J
