When I Look To the Sky

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She stared at the blue clouds.

A wave of peace overcame her, yes; it has been three years since the war ended. And yet, she couldn’t seem to get –for the lack of better word- over it.

Those three years were the most significant in her life; it was when she lost him to another. It was her first time to cry real tears, the beady pearls flowed out from her eyes profusely, and she hated how she looked flushed that day.

He looked at her on that day. There was sadness, no, pity in his eyes. She was being pitied on. Princesses weren’t meant to be pitied on, they were meant to create an illusion of the ideal life.

She was a princess, no matter how grubby she looks. Even though she was a person that possesses no grace of any kind, even though her hands were calloused, even if she wasn’t beautiful.

How funny it seemed. He told her he was beautiful, so many times she lost count. She always managed to cover up that idiotic flush by feigned ungratefulness.

She hated his chuckle. Oh did she loathe it. She loathed it because it was cute, and it made her feel warm. Warmth was omnipresent when he was around. It filled her heart with so much happiness that all she could do was scoot closer to him, shyly leaning her head on his wary shoulders.

At the very moment she sat on the damp grass, soiling her beautiful dress. She wished silently that he would pass by, to see her looking so pretty. She dressed up for him, and she rarely did it.

It was beginning to rain. She must have missed it when the blue skies turned gray. She always did miss something.

With reluctance, she stood up. She walked slowly, careful not to stumble or fall, mainly for the fact that there was no one to catch her now. A soft lining of tears made its way unto her eyes, and then the first drop of rain hit.

The rain fell and so were her tears. Simultaneously flowing together, the dress clung to her tight, showing the hidden contours of her body, her nipple protruding through the thin fabric of the white dress. She shivered; she ran her cold hands unto her freezing her arms trying to establish warmth.

There he was.

He stood proud, his military stance still present. He was carrying grocery bags. After the war it didn’t matter who was who, and they were free to do what they wanted.

Their gazes locked, she tried to give a smile. It looked pretentious, and he noticed the hurt laced with it. She continued walking, her phase was fast. She needed to vanquish him out of her sight, out of her heart.

He wasn’t about to let go yet. Without a care, he dropped his groceries and ran to catch her.

“Hey, wait up!”

She heard him call out, she still ran. “Don’t follow me, please…” she pleaded with despair, he didn’t seem to listen. More tears flowed, as the rain pitter-pattered harshly.

He outran her. He was ZAFT wasn’t he? He ran quickly, it was part of their protocol. Her efforts were left futile, and so she stopped. She was afraid to take a good look at him, she was frightened. Her heart was good enough the burst; the pain she felt was tremendous.

“I just wondered… what you were doing in such weather condition…” he stated abruptly. He started to remove his rain jacket, she heard the shifting of the cloths, and he gingerly handed it to her.

Always the gentleman, she thought. She took it from his outstretched right hand, her gaze avoiding his.

The rain continued to fall, and they weren’t seeking shelter. This was the closure she had been waiting for. She needed this short moment.

“So…”

He started. But she wasn’t listening, inside her she wished this was fairytale, and that she would jump unto his arms as she would smash her lips with his in this rain.

She bit her lip, she was about to cry. To really cry this time once more. “Shut up.” and that was all she said. She knew what was coming despite of her lack of attention.

He sighed. He lifted her chin up, and finally their gaze met. A startled whimper came out of her lips, and she regretted it.

“Don’t Cry, just please… don’t.” he fumbled on his words, the more he restricted her, the more she cried, the more she tasted her regret.

He tried to coax her, nothing work. It was impossible to make her stop.

She laughed through her tears, “You’re getting married, aren’t you? And you came here to tell me that…How stupid of you Zala, you’re so stupid…” the last part of her sentence was inaudible, she just continued sobbing while alternately giving a light punch.

He still stood proud. Determined not to act out of pity, he didn’t love her anymore.

And the rain continued pouring.

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When all was well, she was the only one standing on the spot, the rain had left and he had left, both of them leaving tearful kisses.

He gave one on her forehead, and he set out.

She still wore his jacket, out of habit, her hands wormed unto the under pockets, and she saw his wedding invitation.

And a letter, almost soaked.

She gingery pulled it out, cracking it open.

When I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me

And you make everything alright

And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me

And I can always find my way when you are here

It was simply signed by his name, and a p.s note only meant for her, it made her sore, even if he was already a lost cause that she wanted to pursue.

P.S

Be there. For one last time, we’ll fool the world. Run with me.

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A/n: I'm really sorry.. All fics are on brief hiatus. Kill me now if you'd like.

Let me write asucaga for one last time. I need closure from this fandom. Make it worthwhile by reviewing, just message me if you didn't get something.

Toodles.