Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Diaries ❯ Heero ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I've put them on my Birthday Wish List... but that won't happen for nine months yet...

Pairings: Same as before

Notes: This is where the major angst comes in.

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        Heero

I don't know how Duo talked me into this. It's stupid. I'm fine. I don't need `closure.' Jane's eight; Ryuji will be five next month. I'm a father to two beautiful children who remind me more and more of their other father every day. Who could ask for more?

I'll tell you the real reason I'm writing this. Duo's dying. He was diagnosed with cancer two years ago and he's fading fast. I don't know what I'm going to do if he dies. He's my rock. He kept me alive when nothing else could. I should stay strong for the children and for him. A lot of people asked me how we got together, because we are so different from one another. I've never told them the real reason I fell in love with him.

When I was twenty-two, and Duo was twenty, he set me up with his friend Mike. Mike and I were together for about a year and a half. We threw Duo a twenty-first birthday party, and when he didn't drink anything (and believe me he could belt them back like a pro in those days) and he made sure everyone else got plenty, I realised that I'd been in love with him since the Eve War. Don't ask me why or how that sparked it, but it did. About six months after that party, Mike asked me if I was in love with him, and I said no. He asked me who it was I was in love with, and I answered him honestly. I said I was in love with Duo. I will always love Mike, but Duo is my heart. So I helped him pack and to this day, Duo thinks I broke it off with him. Mike got married about five years ago to a nice girl from New Jersey, and they've got twins, Colt and Suzanne. They're about four now.

I have to go, Duo's calling for me... It's been four days. Duo died on September 27, AC 215 at the age of thirty five. Out of all five of us, he was the youngest, and he died first. His last words to me were: “Be happy Hee-chan. I won't wait up for you, so don't worry about coming in late.” Why did God allow this? Is it because we're gay? Is that why He was so merciless as to take my one true love from me? I do not believe in Him anymore.

I... can't write anymore. God, the tears... I thought they were through. But no, if you spend the better of two-thirds of your life with someone, you're bound to have a lot of tears. Goodbye, Duo... My love, Baka.