Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Reflection ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I want to make this clear now... Gundam Wing is a fictitious Anime created in Japan and that didn't reach America until 1995... I was eight years old. I am not that much of a genius to have created the entire Gundam universe from my mother's womb before my sister was even born... therefore it doesn't belong to me! So back off biznatches!!!!

 

 

Warning: Dark, talks of things... a book is mentioned... a freaky one at that...

 

Summary: Reflections over the Ocean...

 

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He sat on the rock, watching the waves, realizing that his life was shit. It wasn't something painful, but it did stop him, make him think. He'd never thought of the emptiness of it.

 

He'd done many things in the course of his existence, most of them cruel, most of which he wanted o forget. But they wouldn't leave him; his mistakes flowed over him, shoving his fears before him, sending him nowhere and everywhere, now, then, and his future, all at once.

 

The shadows of his past overwhelmed him, threatened to choke himm the power of it hitting him like a ton of bricks. He gasped, his breath burning in his throat, making him wonder whether or not he would live through the next moments, but it passed, and he sighed.

 

Even through the waves, the gulls crying, he could hear it, the silence that was filled with so much misery, such darkness and decay. He smiled suddenly, not a good smile, not pretty. It was empty, yet full of hate and waste, the smile of a madman.

 

As sunset began clouds began rolling in, dark and thick. Somehow it fit his mood, his lonely thoughts floating in his head like so many balloons. He suddenly had the most insane desire to laugh.

 

“He thrusts his fists against the post, and still insists he sees the ghosts,” he whispered, giggling softly as he waited to see Pennywise in full regalia. Of course It didn't appear, and his giggles receded a little. [1]

 

He had another crazy thought. “Everything floats down here.” That thought sen him into a tailspin, making him want to cry for the first time in years. He realized that he was completely alone. There was no one to be with him, to help him.

 

“Solo...” That's what he was, alone. He could remember that alley, the first time he realized his solitude. Everyone thought Solo was his friend; oh no, he was Solo. He did catch the plague, but he didn't die. He became Duo.

 

And now, again, he was alone. For awhile, he'd thought- but no, it was always the same. They all left, whether they died or walked away. They always left.

 

 

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