Title: Salt
Author: Psyche (email: L2Psyche00@aol.com)
Archive: no
Pairing: 1+2+1
Warnings: Overly sentimental, shounen ai hints
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys. I do, however, own a potato
shaped remarkably like Wufei's head. I am not making any money from
either the ficlet or spuddy Wuffy.
Notes: Unknown POV (either Duo or Heero. I wrote it with a specific
character in mind, but afterwards I decided it would be better to
leave it open), and, as I said above, it began life as part of a
larger fic. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read this
tiny offering. I would be very grateful for any feedback.
For Cecilia, who walks in beauty.
Once, during the war, I asked him what he would do if he discovered he was going to die the following day. If he were left completely without hope. What would he do?
And he looked straight into my eyes, and smiled so warmly that for a second I thought... I hoped...
And then he answered, and it was... beauty. That is the only way to describe how I felt--the only word which fits.
I felt beauty.
Because it was true.
He said, "I would cry."
Owari
(:./psyche/salt)
