Purple Ribbons (PG, angst)
Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2004 8:48 am
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
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
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