15-Apr-2000
He was a constant in Duo Maxwell's life now. All the hospital staff knew the silent, cobalt-blue eyed young man who watched over the patient with tender care - who, on days when Duo was feeling a little better, endured the seemingly endless stream of chatter and laughter with stoic patience and on days when Duo was exhausted by the pain of his injuries, stayed by the bedside, holding Duo's hand while he slept.
Didn't he have a life, they asked themselves? The others had left eventually once Duo's condition stabilized and they were assured that their friend would be well taken care of. They had lives to get back to... Didn't Heero Yuy?
He knew what they discussed among themselves, he heard their whispered conversations just outside Duo's room door. And if they had ventured to ask him, he would have answered quite simply that his life was here - lying in that hospital bed.
Duo himself had never verbally questioned his devotion, though he saw the unasked question in the violet eyes. Duo Maxwell, he gritted his teeth in silent frustration and anger, still did not remember. He had enough fragmentary memories to understand that Heero had once been a part of his life, enough of them so as to accept Heero's continued presence without objection. But there was nothing to explain the devotion.
But then again, even if Duo remembered everything, he still would not have been able to explain the devotion, Heero reminded himself grimly. Two years. Two -wasted- years! And for nothing. He'd been with Relena, trying to pretend there wasn't a Duo-sized gap in his life, trying to pretend that gap wasn't filled with numbing loneliness - the kind of loneliness that stole light from sunshine and life from breath. Duo was the only one who could make him feel anything at all, and without Duo... he had stopped feeling... stopped hurting... stopped living...
"But I'm alive now, Duo," he breathed softly. You made me come alive again. He reached out with a gentle hand to stroke the pale, soft cheek. Duo sighed in his sleep, instinctively turning towards that loving caress. A rare smile curved Heero's lips. You may not really remember that you once loved me, but everything will work out in the end, Duo. I promise...
//I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid//
A cool spring morning, the air crisp and almost unbelievably fresh. Duo stood on the front steps and inhaled deeply, an expression of rapture on his face as the cool, clean air rushed into his lungs. "I'd forgotten what fresh air smells like."
"Hn. The car's this way," Heero pulled gently on Duo's arm. He had signed the discharge papers just minutes earlier. It was time to take Duo Maxwell home, minus the wheelchair which had been a constant in Duo's life the past two months. The young man was now well enough to walk without support, though he still tired quickly. The fatigue was just something Duo would have to learn to live with, at least for awhile - one did not recover quickly from a punctured lung.
"But the hospital garden's that way! I just wanna say goodbye to the ducks in the pond." How delightful to be walking again; he was so tired of sitting in the wheelchair. At one point, he'd even wondered morbidly if he'd grow roots. How wonderful to be free again, and walking in his own strength.
Duo took a few steps forward, then looked back over his shoulder, his expression puzzled. Then he took a few more steps, and then looked back again. This time, he rubbed at his back then looked down in puzzlement at his butt. His expression was comically perplexed.
Heero stared at him in concern. "What's wrong, Duo?"
"I dunno. Just feels like something's missing," he raised his eyes to the questioning cobalt blue gaze. Then he laughed, and tripped on happily. His hair was growing out again at a phenomenal rate, though Duo thought it much too slow for his liking. It was very nearly as long as Heero's now, and... And he stopped and looked back over his shoulder again, getting just a little annoyed. What was it?!
"Duo?"
He shrugged in bewilderment as he ran his hand down the length of his back and then patted his rump. "Something's wrong... "
"Does it hurt?" Heero demanded.
"No, just feels weird. Like something's missing. I'm not missing out any clothes I'm supposed to be wearing, am I?"
The Japanese pilot stared flinty eyed at him. "No."
"Hmmm... " Duo's mouth twisted into a wry, half-smirk as he pondered it for a moment - and came up with an absolute zero. "I dunno what it is... but it's driving me crazy!"
"Probably the missing braid," Heero stated matter-of-factly.
Duo froze and stared at Heero, violet eyes wide and startled. His mouth dropped open in surprise.
Heero smirked at the sight. Duo Maxwell... rendered speechless?!
It was the braid, wasn't it? The comforting weight that had always brushed against his back and his butt as he walked, a subtle caress so familiar that his body remembered even when his mind did not... -That- was what was missing...
Then he started laughing - a sweetly irresistible sound. "You're a genius, Heero," he threw his arms around the other young man. "I think it -is- the missing braid!"
Heero stiffened as Duo's arms wrapped around his neck in an achingly familiar gesture, but Duo misunderstood and extricated himself immediately. "Uh, sorry. I'll just go say good bye to the ducks."
Heero watched him walk down towards the duck pond; a slender, supple figure... the subtly elfin features and wide violet eyes framed by unnaturally short golden-chestnut hair. Duo still limped just ever so slightly, favouring his left leg. Several delicate operations had managed to reconstruct the bone structure of his shattered left knee, but it would never be as strong as it used to. It seemed that much of Duo would never be the same again after the accident.
And yet, Duo was still much the same. Happier now, perhaps, without the strain of his vaguely-remembered past dragging down on him. He was still the inquisitive, unfailingly cheerful maniac who drove everybody crazy with his chatter... the mad hatter whom nobody could hate because he was too generous, too open, too warm-hearted, too sincere...
This was still the Duo with whom he had fallen in love. He'd called Relena and told her quite simply that the wedding was off; he would not be coming back. He would be spending the rest of his life with Duo, for as long as Duo wanted him around. She'd declared him quite insane. Duo barely remembered him - why did he even bother to stay around?!
//Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide//
Because his heart told him he had to stay. Wufei could take care of Duo - the Chinese man would have done so without being asked. But it wasn't so much about Duo as it was about himself. He did not know if Duo needed him, but he knew he needed Duo. It did not matter that his future would be on an obscure and insignificant colony instead of gloriously centered in the political spotlight. As long as he was with Duo Maxwell. He knew he would be happy...
He watched Duo say goodbye to the ducks and the small yellow ducklings... to the old tortoise that slumbered on a moss-covered rock in the sun as it poked its head out of the shell and blinked a lethargic goodbye to Duo. Heero watched Duo in shielded amazement as all the other patients out in the gardens waved goodbye to the happy young man who had brought light and laughter into the hospital - giving him advice that seemed to center around chicken soup. Duo, it seemed, could befriend the whole world.
He had been ready to take on the responsibility of helping Duo readjust back into a world and a life he had forgotten... But sometimes he forgot just how strong Duo was... forgot just how much Duo knew about the things that really mattered in life. He thought he would need to teach Duo, when really, it was Duo who was still teaching him...
//I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride//
"Hey, Heero, will ya look at that?" Duo poked a finger towards the ugly statue in the city park. He pressed his face to the glass of the car window, his warm breath misting against the glass. "Why'd they waste all that bronze putting something like -that- up?"
'That statue's been around for years, Duo,' he wanted to say, but held back the words when he saw the rapt fascination on Duo's face, the sparkle so very alive in the violet eyes. His ex-lover was looking at the world through new eyes... reliving each dull and ugly moment as if it was something as fresh and new and glorious as the dawn.
"Hey, the kids are playing basketball in the park. Can we go out there one day, Heero, huh, can we? Do a little two on... let's see... " he counted the number of tousled heads swarming around the hapless basketball. "... ten."
"Hn." He seemed to be staring stoically ahead, his eyes apparently on the road, but he kept casting quick glances at Duo, unable to keep his eyes from his friend. Hn. Anything you want, Duo. Whatever it takes to keep the smile on your lips.
"Supermarket! And look, they have discounts on ice-cream!" Duo tugged Heero's attention away from the road and towards the huge sign draped over the front facade of the building. "Can we get some ice-cream, Heero? The hospital didn't have any. Or at least they wouldn't give me any after I ate up three tubs of ice-cream in one sitting."
"Hn."
"They were very small tubs," Duo told him solemnly, violet eyes shining. He was all but bouncing with anticipation. "Please, Heero. I swear I'll never bug you for anything ever again."
Yeah, right. Heero pulled the car into the parking lot. "Do you want to just wait -"
"No, I'm coming down too. I haven't been grocery shopping in longer than I can remember!"
Yes, Duo. That's because the supermarket threatened to get a restraining order after -you- went whizzing down the aisles -in- a grocery cart and knocked over -seven- displays -and- the store's general manager! You claimed the cart was a runaway and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't you remember, Duo? You were in an insane mood that day - spoiling for fun, and I didn't have the heart to hold you back - you were so alive.
Just as you are now...
Heero followed behind Duo with the grocery cart and had adamantly refused to allow Duo to push the cart. "You would only climb in and challenge me to a race down the aisle," he told Duo flatly when the young man had begged and wheedled to be allowed to push the cart.
Duo looked at him with the same stunned, momentarily blank expression. "How did you know?" the question popped out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
Heero just smirked. "Just get the ice-cream. I want to get us out of here before you get us into trouble and have us both thrown out."
Duo scowled with mock fierceness at him. "You're no fun, Heero," he complained, then bounced down the aisle to look for the ice-cream... The Japanese pilot smiled, content to merely follow and enjoy the view of Duo so happily alive... There was nothing else he would rather see...
//A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view//
"Home... " Duo tested the word on his lips as he looked around the small apartment. It seemed... familiar enough to make him feel vaguely comfortable and he wandered around the living room, slim fingers trailing across every available surface.
Heero watched him for a moment then moved on towards the kitchen to put the groceries away. Wufei had decided to find a place of his own - to leave the apartment for Heero and Duo. It had taken the better part of two months, but the Chinese man finally came to see for himself that Heero had meant every word when he said he would stay with Duo.
Milk... into the fridge, together with the cherries and strawberries - the fruits were Duo's idea, of course. Bread... Some chocolate spread called Nutella that Duo had insisted on buying. Heero shuddered to think of all the saturated and unsaturated fats packed into that single jar of sinful delight. Lettuce, tomatoes and minced beef into the fridge. Fresh mushrooms into the pantry, together with the pasta. Ice-cream - 'Swiss Orange Chip' was what Duo had finally chosen after spending twenty minutes agonizing over the choices available - into the freezer.
The house was silent... too silent considering Duo was also in it. His task in the kitchen done, he headed out silently in search of his companion and one-time lover.
Duo was in the bedroom, the silver crucifix in his hand. He looked up at Heero as the Japanese pilot came in to stand silently by the door. "Mine?" he asked, holding out the cross to Heero, a strangely vulnerable expression on his
face.Heero stamped down the urge to walk across the room and take Duo into his arms. Slowly, he reminded himself. Duo doesn't remember we were once lovers. "What do you remember?" he asked gently, avoiding the question.
"I... I think it's mine... "
"Yes, it's yours, Duo. Do you remember who gave it to you?"
Duo chewed on his lower lip, violet eyes distant as he tried to sort through the fragmented memories. Heero watched carefully, and the moment he saw the tension and stress of -not- remembering creep into the violet eyes, he reached out to touch Duo gently. "It's okay if you can't remember now. The memories will come back in time."
Duo blinked as the touch pulled him away from the confusing swirl of images in his mind. The tense, wary look faded quickly. "Yeah, I know," he shrugged. "It just bugs me sometimes that I can't remember. Why won't you tell me what I should know? It'd save time."
"Because history is just a matter of perspective. Your past is your own, Duo, and it shouldn't be viewed from my perspective."
"What's wrong with your perspective?" he demanded morosely. "I just want to remember! Maybe if you tell me - just give me a few hints - it would help me remember!"
Heero ignored the cautionary whisper, walked over and drew Duo into his arms. The American stiffened briefly at the contact, then relaxed, leaning into the warmth of Heero's body, accepting the security of the arms around him. Heero stroked the length of Duo's back gently, calming him as one would calm a frightened child. "Because you have a beautiful world now, Duo," he said gruffly. It'd been more than two years since he last held Duo like this. He could have held him forever. "I don't want to take it away from you."
Duo's throat worked. "Are my memories that bad?" he asked, his voice muffled slightly by the fact that he was talking into Heero's shirt.
Could he lie to Duo? He inhaled deeply, then released his breath in a soft sigh. "They're not that good," he admitted. "But that's not what's important, Duo. What's important is that you're still alive, and that you're still in love with life. The whole world is yours for the taking once again... "
//No one to tell us no
Or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming//
The whole world is yours again, Duo, and this time, I'll be here to share it with you...
He's always around. At first, I didn't know what to make of it. It was good for me though. He was a familiar face when I woke up trembling in the night from unremembered dreams, a bulwark of sanity from the chaotic swirl of color and sound in my head. He never smiles, did you know that? At least never at me. I've seen brick walls with more expressive facades. He smirks, once in a while. But it's so... self-mocking, somehow.
Once in a rare while he smiles when he thinks my attention is elsewhere and I'm not watching him. But it's impossible to not watch him. He's got the most amazing blue eyes - the only part of his face that is expressive and alive. They glitter and sparkle with intelligence and kindness.
Yes, kindness. He doesn't talk much, just keeps grunting 'Hn' like some kind of mantra - but everything he does for me just screams with kindness and compassion. Sometimes I can't bear it - I don't know what I could have done to deserve this kind of devotion and loyalty.
I hate it that I can't remember when I -know- there's something I should be remembering... Something about the silent boy whose cobalt blue eyes stare so penetratingly at me, like he -knows- something -I- don't. Which is very likely the case, I grumble under my breath as I dig into the ice-cream. Good choice, I congratulate myself, as I lick at the spoon before plunging it back into tub of ice-cream. At least I haven't lost my good taste for the finer things in life.
Like ice-cream.
Heero would probably say 'Hn' if he sees me with ice-cream at nine o'clock in the morning, but what's a bored guy to do anyway? Heero left insanely early for work this morning. Apparently, Quatre - the cute blond guy who owns Winner Enterprises - has started up some kind of branch office here. Guess who got hired to manage operations and security?
I bet he'll do a great job. He's just one of those people who'd succeed in anything and everything he does. Which kind of makes you wonder why he's spending all this time and effort on me? What's he got to gain from this? I really don't understand.
I miss my braid. Or rather, my body misses my braid. I don't really remember it, but it still feels weird when I walk, or when I wash my hair. -Especially- when I wash my hair - it's like there's nothing there anymore. Right now, I probably have as much hair as Heero does, but it feels like it's so -little-.
I think I feel like having a milkshake. Let's see... Blender... Blender... Blender... If I were a blender, where would I be hiding... ? Ah, right here. Always in the last place I look. Never fails. Must be some kind of crummy law of cosmic bad luck. And... milk! In the fridge, of course. -That's- quite intuitive even for a guy who can't remember anything.
I brandish the carton of milk with glee, then notice the food in the fridge. Hmmm... Maybe I could make dinner. I wonder what he likes... did I ever know what he likes to eat? Maybe. But I could improvise anyway, I suppose. It's not like there's a whole lot of food to choose from in the fridge.
It's funny now that he's not around, I muse thoughtfully as I get down to work. I think I kinda miss him...
//A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew//
Dazzling doesn't even begin to describe what I've done to the kitchen. Red spaghetti sauce does look good on white kitchen tiles. Formerly white kitchen tiles, I correct myself as I sigh wearily, then begin the horrific process of cleaning up the mess I've made. I hear a sound at the door, and glance up sharply at the clock on the wall. Oh hell. He's back way earlier than I expected.
And then he's there, standing at the door, his cobalt blue eyes shuttling between me and the chaos I've created. The expression on his face is so... stunned. I guess there's no other word for it. He looks completely and utterly befuddled. It's so funny, and I start to giggle.
"Duo?"
He sounds so hesitant - like he's not sure he's talking to me. Now I start to laugh.
With some effort, I twist my quirking lips into an innocent smile. "I was making dinner."
Silence. Then slowly: "But Duo, you can't cook... "
"I've figured that out by now, Heero, thank you," I smirk at him, then wave my hand at the spaghetti sauce splattered kitchen. "To hell with history and perspective. Some things are -facts-. If you had told me -earlier- that I couldn't cook, I wouldn't have tried."
Now his lips are quirking too, though he is making a heroic effort not to laugh. "I... appreciate your efforts."
"Sure you do," I chuckle. "Do you want to order some pizza while I clean up the mess?"
He orders pizza and when it arrives, we sit down on the couch and watch some totally unremarkable television program while munching idly on slices of pizza. I sneak a glance over at him. Scarcely less than a few inches separate us, but it seems like it might as well be a ravine. He doesn't touch me unless absolutely necessary, which I suppose adequately justifies my shock when he hugged me yesterday in the bedroom. Guess I shouldn't be surprised though. He touches me only when he's trying to comfort or reassure me.
Could be worse, I suppose, if the alternative is not touching me at all.
It just feels... right when he touches me. Like I've finally found some missing part of me. Does he know how important that is... to have some part in all the confusion in my head that finally feels right?
Probably not.
I hate it. I hate not remembering. I hate having only this one thing that feels right.
Heero looks at me with surprise as I shift to lean against him, rather deliberately snuggling into the crook of his arm. I need to feel right, even if it's just for awhile... He doesn't react, and for a moment, I'm wondering if he'll push me away. But just when I'm almost certain he will, he draws me closer.
//But, now, from way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you.//
The endless questions pounding through my head are mercifully silenced for as long as I'm here in his arms... my world mercifully at peace... mercifully right for as long as I am here...
"What do you want to do?" Heero pulled on his windbreaker as he pulled the door of their apartment close behind him.
Duo was already cheerfully tripping down the stairs towards the main door of their apartment complex. "Let's go to the park."
"Again?"
"Yeah, the kids are expecting us to play basketball with them."
Duo, you can't, Heero wanted to say. Your knee won't let you... you were grimacing with pain for three days after the last game. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to see you hobbling in agony and not be able to do anything for you?
"Why don't we do something else?"
Duo paused at the foot of the stairs, glancing back over his shoulder at Heero, the expression in the violet eyes strangely unfathomable. "My knee is fine, Heero," he said simply.
No, it wasn't...
"Baka," Heero swore under his breath as he half-carried, half-dragged Duo up the stairs to their apartment after the game. Duo sagged weakly against him as Heero shoved the key in the lock, turned the key then pushed the door open.
"I heard that," Duo hissed as he surged past Heero - stubbornly moving in his own strength. He staggered, stumbling against the couch, unable to make it into his bedroom. The agony shooting through his leg and entire left side was intense, excruciating.
Then Heero was there - strong arms supporting him and lowering him gently to the couch. "Stay," the Japanese pilot ordered, moving swiftly past Duo into the kitchen. Baka! He reached for a basin and filled it with cool water, before grabbing a clean cloth from the drawer. Duo no baka!
The irony of the situation did not escape him. Instead of Duo hovering over him, calling him a stubborn, stupid idiot for his goddamned attraction to the self-destruct button, the situation was now reversed. Somehow, Heero did not find it amusing. Is this how Duo felt when I tried to self-destruct? So utterly helpless - forced to merely watch as he destroys himself... destroys everything I love?
When he came out of the kitchen, he found Duo partly sprawled on the couch, his face shockingly pale, the violet eyes closed. Heero sat down on the floor by the couch, dipped the cloth in cool water then proceeded to wrap it gently yet firmly around the throbbing knee. It was swollen, and he could feel intense heat radiating from the injury. Heero squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears of anger and frustration. Damn it, Duo. Why do you do this to yourself... ?
Duo closed his eyes, willing himself not to feel anything. Every movement pulled at his damaged bones and tortured flesh. But there was no way he could block out the sensation of tender hands moving over his injury - gently and deliberately soothing the hurt and drawing the pain away.
//Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feelings//
"How do you feel, Duo?"
He grunted. The pillow Heero had placed beneath his knee reduced the pressure on the injury, making the pain almost tolerable.
Almost. But not quite.
Moving Duo into the bedroom had been a difficult to say the least. Duo had bitten down on his lower lip until it was bloody to keep from screaming in pain as he was moved. When Heero finally managed to get him settled in, the American was completely blown from the killing grind of exhaustion and pain.
"Thanks," he breathed, then felt the mattress give as Heero began to move away. On impulse, he reached out, catching Heero's hand. Violet eyes sought out cobalt blue. "Stay with me?"
Heero froze. He had not been expecting this. For a moment, he looked down at the slender, graceful hand placed lightly on his - not holding him back if he chose to leave, but...
But...
He met the violet eyes, his own questioning. That was probably a mistake, because then he could no longer say no. The endless violet depths drew him in, dismantled his defenses, and then he was falling into the starry depths that had no end...
//Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky//
A faint smile, a nod of assent. Then Heero settled down beside his one-time lover. And this time, he did not hesitate to reach for Duo and draw him into his arms...
I don't think I'm ever going to remember. Six months, and still nothing. The pieces are all there - it's just that I can't put them together into a picture that makes sense. I'm really tired of trying. Maybe it's just easier to give up and move on with my life.
It certainly doesn't make sense to hold back on the future in an attempt to figure out the past.
I watch him from the open glass doors that lead out to the balcony. He looks so alone out there - gazing down upon the city, his profile stark and lovely. His face is so serious, his brilliant eyes distant now, lost in thought.
I love him. I know that now.
"Heero?"
"Hn." He turns around and looks in some surprise at the bowl of ice-cream I offer. "Arigato," he murmurs, then nibbles tentatively a spoonful of chocolate chip ice-cream. "It's good," he comments, sounding a little surprised as he takes a slightly more confident portion of the dessert.
I smirk at him and begin working on getting to the bottom of my own bowl of ice-cream. "Nice night," I lift my face to the cool breeze. "You ever wonder what it's like out there among all those stars? Someone out there - maybe on L3 is standing on their balcony, eating ice-cream and asking the very same question."
"Hn."
How could I not love him? He loves me - I know it, I can see it in all the things he does for me, for us. He doesn't say a thing, but I know... I know that he has loved me for as long as I can remember - notwithstanding the fact that I have only about six months worth of memories. I don't know what happened before that. Heero won't tell me. Were we lovers once? We've shared a bed since that night when I screwed up my knee playing basketball, but we just cuddle and fall asleep together. I sleep better when he's around. Were we lovers? Is that why my body remembers being with him?
Does the past matter at all when the future beckons?
//A whole new world
(Don't you dare close your eyes)//
"Heero, I love you."
A sharp inhalation of breath. Then... Silence.
At least he didn't say, 'Hn.' I think I might have smashed my ice-cream into his face if he did. It'd be a huge waste of ice-cream.
Ah hell, I've said this much, I might as well go all the way. "I'm in love with you too." I lick nonchalantly at the spoon. "Do you like Chocolate Chip?" I ask critically. "I think I prefer Swiss Orange Chip - it's richer and sweeter." I peer over the balcony railing. "Hey, Heero, if I drop this bowl, what do you think are the chances that the ice-cream will land on someone's face?
"There's this really neat program I saw on television today. Some kind of video teaching aid. It -swears- that it will be able to teach me how to cook in twelve lessons or your money back, guaranteed. Are you getting tired of doing all the cooking yet? I didn't burn the egg too badly this morning. I know the dog next door didn't want it anyway, but at least the fire alarm didn't go off like it did the last time."
I sneak a peek at him. His face - normally so impassive - is a study in emotion... Confusion... Relief... Guilt... Shame...
//A hundred thousand things to see
(Hold your breath - it gets better)//
Oh hell... I should never have said anything...
"Ai shiteru, Duo."
...
What did he say?
His eyes are dazzling despite the dim light coming from our living room. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just didn't know if you felt that way any more and I didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position of feeling like you had to... "
Any more...? By implication then, I once did love Heero...
No wonder it felt so right.
I smile in the darkness. I think I've finally found my way back...
//I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be.//
... into the arms of my once and future love.
Could anything be more perfect?
We set the bowls of ice-cream aside, and he reaches for me, drawing me into his embrace. We say nothing... merely hold each other close, our hearts beating in unison...
It's a waste of ice-cream, but for once, I'm too happy to care...
Epilogue
I showed him the last letter he wrote to me just before the accident. He read it in silence, violet eyes traveling swiftly over the worn pages. "I wish I could tell you," he said finally, so very softly, his eyes still fixed on the letter. "But I don't remember."
I knew what he was talking about. The moment he first fell in love with me. He didn't remember it any more.
That one precious memory lost... perhaps forever... It didn't matter, I told myself. I had Duo now, and Duo loved me still.
//A whole new world
With new horizons to pursue//
But then he spoke reflectively in his lovely tenor. "It was that day - after you brought me home from the hospital, when my attempt to make dinner created a catastrophe much the size of a natural disaster... You stood at the door watching me... trying not to laugh, but I saw it in your eyes...
//I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you.//
"That was when I fell in love with you, Heero.
//A whole new world
That's where we'll be//
"And that day... when I screwed up my knee playing basketball, and you stayed when I asked you to stay... It may not have meant anything to you - but you made me feel safe and wanted. It felt right... being with you felt right...
//A thrilling chase//
"That was when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of forever with you." Duo set the letter aside. We understood each other... The past no longer mattered... the future was all we wanted now...
We moved forward, closer, and nothing could have stopped us; when our lips met it had the impact of worlds colliding. Irrevocable.
We belong to each other.
The future belongs to us...
//A wondrous place
For you and me... //
The End
Note: 'A Whole New World' is the theme song for Disney's 'Aladdin'
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