Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Torn 7

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On the second attempt, my voice came out a bit clearer, and I managed to make out my lover's brilliant smile. He didn't smile often, and never like that, even without the tears that glittered in his eyes to accompany them, and his voice was husky with emotion. "You did it, Little One!" he said softly, squeezing my hand. "You did it..."

"I did?" I repeated numbly, trying to process everything.

"The station generators came on-line not long ago, and Heero's condition stabilized soon after. I don't know what you did, Quatre, but it worked..."

"Yeah..." I said, as I struggled to sit. After a moment of indecision, Trowa helped me, swinging my legs to the edge of the hospital bed and placing a supportive hand on my back. I reached up and touched my chest in bewilderment; for the first time in far too long, my Spaceheart didn't constantly ache. Something was different, something was gone, and with a rapidly sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I knew what it was. The lights burned steadily; the room was warm, and the air silent. There were no angry ghosts here.

No more.

A soft groan echoed through the medical bay, and I quickly pushed myself to my feet -- leaning on Trowa more than I would have liked to -- and together we made our way over to the other hospital bed, still surrounded with the life-support machines. The boy on the bed shifted uncomfortably, reaching up to brush ineffectually at the oxygen mask until Wufei reached out one-handed and removed it for him. He glanced up at us across the hospital bed, and the killing tension was gone from his black eyes. "He's awake," he said quietly; rather obvious, it was true, but it was almost so hard to believe as to make the pronouncement necessary.

I nodded acknowledgment, and let out a long sigh, leaning against Trowa, reassuring myself of his presence. Heero's loss was still a searing wound in my Spaceheart, but I had to remember that it was his pain, and not my own. I... would never be alone.

Of course, the war still wasn't finished.

Something glittered in the bright light, on Heero's face. I reached out and brushed the tears from his cheeks, fascinated by the sight; Heero Yuy was crying. I'd seen it in the vision, but somehow hadn't really believed that it could be true. "Heero?" I said quietly.

He opened his crystal blue eyes, and the tears escaped his eyelids to spill over onto the hospital pillow. "It's over," he whispered, so quietly I barely heard him over the silence.

I felt Trowa tense, as the implications of Heero's words began to sink in. I rested my head against his chest, feeling his warmth through the fabric of his turtleneck. "He's gone," I murmured sadly, feeling tired and worn. "Really gone, now."