A/N: It's been quite sometime since I last visited BI, and, as an offering, another ficlet I wrote. Angsty, and some death, but not so much death as the last one. You'll see. ~_^
To Andrea. Who made me cry.
Purple Ribbons
It?s raining again.
From a slight drizzle to a sudden downpour to a flash of sun through the gloomy clouds. And then?the rain. It's pouring heavily down onto my coat, soaking the fabric and touching my skin in slick, heavy tendrils. I can feel the wetness, cold, in my body and my muscles. I can feel the wetness, hot, in my eyes, tears that won?t fall.
And I can hear footsteps behind me, splashes in the puddles and humming with the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalks. It?s loud in the night, through the gloom of the streetlight, through the sound of the rain meeting the sidewalk. And I hear it clearly. So clearly and so loud. As if I?ve heard it before. As if it?s right next to me, breathing in my ear. And there?s a voice. In my head, in my mouth, all around me.
?Heero.?
It?s my name, and I turn, because it sounds so much like her, with a hope bubbling inside my chest, swelling with the painful memories and the sounds, of purple ribbons in her hair and a sweet laugh.
And there?s a girl, of five or six, standing in the rain, with her black shoes sopping wet and her smile so wide, it?s painful to look at. I don?t know why she?s happy to see me?and her eyes are?like hers. A familiar shade of blue that pierces through the fog rising from the concrete and makes my world shatter into pieces. A laugh that picks through the pieces and make them shift in my mind.
?Do you remember me, Heero?? Her smile saddens, and she looks at me intently, with those watchful, carefree eyes. ?I?m Relena.?
No.
Not Relena. Relena?she?s dead.
?Who are you??
And there?s a flash of light that lasts for only a second, a tinkling laugh of bells and melodies that rings in my ears and make me close my eyes. A drift of music, high and lovely. And when I turn and stare, she?s gone, and there?s only the wetness swimming in my eyes and around my feet, and the buildings looming above my head, and the moon shining through the cloudless night.
And the snow begins to fall, sifting through my hair and slipping, sliding, through my clothes.
Not Relena. She died?this morning.
And I find myself missing her.
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Fin
Purple Ribbons (PG, angst)
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Purple Ribbons (PG, angst)
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Preposition: An enormously versatile part of grammar, as in 'What made you pick up this book I didn't want to read to out of up for?' - Winston Churchill
do not disturb... already disturbed
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Preposition: An enormously versatile part of grammar, as in 'What made you pick up this book I didn't want to read to out of up for?' - Winston Churchill
do not disturb... already disturbed
The Ranting
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First of all, I <b>want to know why I made you cry!?</b> It really wasn't my intention, Dj, much less making you cry on these 'merry' holidays. Forgive me, sweetie. Next poem I write you, will be of candy, balloons and smexy bishies. I promise.
As for this drabble, thank you for dedicating it to me. It was so angsty, Dj, so it makes me wonder if you're doing okay? If you need someone to talk to, I'm right here. PM, AIM, MSN, YAHOO, LJ, or just plain e-mail.
I liked it, you know I've always been a sucker for angst, tragedy and drama. Lu and I should start a club. -___-" Anyway, thanks so much for this, Dj, I really appreciate it. I'm touched.
::Hugs!::
As for this drabble, thank you for dedicating it to me. It was so angsty, Dj, so it makes me wonder if you're doing okay? If you need someone to talk to, I'm right here. PM, AIM, MSN, YAHOO, LJ, or just plain e-mail.
I liked it, you know I've always been a sucker for angst, tragedy and drama. Lu and I should start a club. -___-" Anyway, thanks so much for this, Dj, I really appreciate it. I'm touched.
::Hugs!::
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*pats Andrea on head* Don't worry. It was a good cry. The poem made me feel better, right after I had a huge fight with my mom. It made me feel good, Andrea, 'cause, when I had that fight, she made me feel like I'm a worthless idiot. So don't you worry, I still love you.
*huggles*
(And no need for the balloons and candy. All I need are the bishies, and, perhaps, a good mood when I read another angsty poem/fic.
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*huggles*
(And no need for the balloons and candy. All I need are the bishies, and, perhaps, a good mood when I read another angsty poem/fic.

- teh Brat
Preposition: An enormously versatile part of grammar, as in 'What made you pick up this book I didn't want to read to out of up for?' - Winston Churchill
do not disturb... already disturbed
The Ranting
Preposition: An enormously versatile part of grammar, as in 'What made you pick up this book I didn't want to read to out of up for?' - Winston Churchill
do not disturb... already disturbed
The Ranting
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AAAGH! Talk about twisting the knife! I really loved this story. It was so succinct and powerful. Nothing in there was deadwood or just taking up space . . . every word was pure, heartwrenching angst. And I mean that in the best way possible.
I do love a good angsty fic every now and then. Two thumbs way up.

- I always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific.
- Jane Wagner
Life is hard. After all, it kills you.
- Katherine Hepburn
This story is just downright angsty......I would've cried if not for the cute avatar under your name...lol
Anyways, great story......I really appreciated the "little girl" scene that you incorporated into the story..it added an eerie sense of feeling to the whole gloomy ambiance....Keep it up!
Anyways, great story......I really appreciated the "little girl" scene that you incorporated into the story..it added an eerie sense of feeling to the whole gloomy ambiance....Keep it up!
"People who want to die, hurry up and die. You're wasting good air."
Professor G., Episode 24
Quatre: Trowa's dead!
Heero: Yeah, you killed him.
Episode 25
Professor G., Episode 24
Quatre: Trowa's dead!
Heero: Yeah, you killed him.
Episode 25