I felt the darkness begin to fall behind his eyes, and raised one hand to forestall it. "But," I continued, "I can forgive you, for the wrongs you've done to me. Just as long as that's what you want. Do you really want forgiveness, Heero? Are you really sorry for what you did?"
And then, for the first time in months, the mask of ice that surrounded Heero's soul broke. The protective, numbing darkness evaporated, and I could see him clearly at last. His face twisted in pain, and he drew in a deep, shuddering sob of a breath. He opened his mouth, but he had to try several times before he could speak. "Yes," he breathed, and the tone of that voice made me shudder with the anguish it contained. "Please..."
"Please what, Heero?" I said softly.
"I... I..." His hands clenched and unclenched, nails digging so tightly against his arms that they left tracks of blood in their wake. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't want to..." Tears formed in his eyes, spilling over to track down his agony-twisted face.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Duo shudder; the broken church began to bleed around the edges. It was almost, but not quite enough. Just a little further... "Why not?" I prodded Heero, in the most unemotional tone I could muster. "Why do you care if he got hurt?"
tell him...
"Because..." he took another trembling gasp, and the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what came next. "Because I love him."
Re: Torn 7
Date: 2006-02-21 11:35 am (UTC)I felt the darkness begin to fall behind his eyes, and raised one hand to forestall it. "But," I continued, "I can forgive you, for the wrongs you've done to me. Just as long as that's what you want. Do you really want forgiveness, Heero? Are you really sorry for what you did?"
And then, for the first time in months, the mask of ice that surrounded Heero's soul broke. The protective, numbing darkness evaporated, and I could see him clearly at last. His face twisted in pain, and he drew in a deep, shuddering sob of a breath. He opened his mouth, but he had to try several times before he could speak. "Yes," he breathed, and the tone of that voice made me shudder with the anguish it contained. "Please..."
"Please what, Heero?" I said softly.
"I... I..." His hands clenched and unclenched, nails digging so tightly against his arms that they left tracks of blood in their wake. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt him, I didn't want to..." Tears formed in his eyes, spilling over to track down his agony-twisted face.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Duo shudder; the broken church began to bleed around the edges. It was almost, but not quite enough. Just a little further... "Why not?" I prodded Heero, in the most unemotional tone I could muster. "Why do you care if he got hurt?"
tell him...
"Because..." he took another trembling gasp, and the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what came next. "Because I love him."