Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ An Eternal War of a Tormented Heart and Soul ❯ Hope? ( Prologue )

An Eternal War of a Tormented

Heart and Soul

By: lil Angel

It was storming and the power had long sense went out. Lightening flashed and the familiar rumble of the thunder made the windows rattle. I sighed knowing that the rain had only just begun. The house was quite except for the occasional groan it made due to the relentless storm beating down on it. I had been left here in the house alone and for some unseen reason I couldn't bring myself to move from my spot next to the window, to leave my silent visage of the gloomy sky. Maybe it was caused by my sober mood or perhaps just because I took some sense of comfort from the sight and sound the rain made. I heard a door slam and knew one of the others had returned, but my eyes didn't stray from the gray of the dark thunderclouds. The noise of wet feet on the wood floor momentarily brought me out of my musing. I looked to the door of the small study that I currently occupied. Oh, what a sight awaited me. Kind of reminded me of a drowned rat, and to say I laughed was an understatement. I could see a blush rise on his cheeks as I tried to hold in my mirth. He asked me about the electricity and I explained it was caused by the storm I think that only served to make him blush even more at his ignorance. He excused himself and went to his room upstairs. I watched him go, but couldn't bring myself to continue with my brooding. I stood and slowly made my way out of the study and down the hall, to my room just opposite of the bathroom. Now that I think about it, I really don't have a reason for being in here, I have nothing to entertain myself with. Normally I would listen to music to pass the time, but as you can tell I have no way to do so. I sigh again. I feel worn-out, not physically but mentally. Life's a bitch and then you die, right? Well, that's what it seems like as of late. My friends don't notice that I spend more and more of my time alone, though for the most part I don't do it intentionally. I just seem to drift from them and look for secluded places in the room or house to dwell. They haven't noticed, at least not to my knowledge. A glance at the clock tells me it's late and I should retire to bed soon. Maybe I will get some rest tonight; maybe the nightmares will stay at bay. I can hope. That's all anyone can really do. Hope. Then again that has turned into a rare commodity for me. As I lay down my last thoughts before I slip into slumber are of my failing hope for my life, my friends, the world and, the war. I dream and for once it is not of the horrors of the war, but of peace and a life without tragedy. Maybe, just maybe I have something left to hope for. Who knows what the new day will bring?

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