Word Count: 108
This is my first attempt at angst, hopefully it's not too bad.
Relena: I can't believe she did this to us.
Heero: I can't say I blame her. She was always too fluffy for my taste. She was trying something new.
Relena: Perhaps, but it was better than... ::shakes her head:: Evil, evil woman.
J.Alberghini: Thank you.
I must say, I enjoyed making you suffer tremendously. Worst Fight
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want?"
Heero's eyes blurred. He wanted to tear them out. No, he deserved worse.
Three days before?
"Go home!" Heero ordered.
Relena, scantily clad (for her) in a purple halter-top and a black mini-skirt, glared at him. "You never want me around," she muttered.
Out of ideas, Heero took that and ran with it. "You're right. I don't."
"Fine!" Relena stormed out of the club. That was the last time he saw her.
"You were wrong. I always wanted you," he whispered. "Forgive me." He threw the rose on her casket and walked away. No one ever saw him again.
