Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ What Once Was Lost ❯ Decision ( Chapter 4 )

By: RayneCarnver
When Jessica awoke the next day, Mark was gone. She rolled over and squinted at the clock. Ten to noon. She blinked for a moment, before grabbing her glasses and sprang out of bed. She quickly walked to the twins� room and blinked at the perfectly clean room and made beds. She turned and sped to the kitchen. She found a small yellow note lying on the table, in Mark�s precise handwriting.
�Jess, your mom came over and took the kids out. She�ll be back with them around the time I get home. Enjoy your day to yourself. Much love, Mark.� Jessica smiled to herself as she placed the note back on the table.
�Oh, I�ll enjoy my day, Greg�ry,� she said to the cat, who appeared out of nowhere and rubbed against her leg. �But first, a shower.� She turned towards the bathroom, leaving the cat in the middle of the kitchen, giving her a curious look.
A few hours later, as the sky began to darken as a storm approached the city, Jessica pulled her car into the cemetery. She passed the familiar large black iron gates and onto the thin road. She drove slowly past the large intricate gravestones, noting all the names that were familiar to her. She brought her car to a stop and sat in it for a moment. She looked out over the green grass, littered with graves and onto the fields in the distance. She climbed out of the car, the wind immediately grabbed her hair and clothes, as if trying to steal her soul along with the rest of the dead. She slowly walked up the small hill and down towards the large oak tree at the edge of the cemetery. She wasn�t surprised to see the thin form standing in front of her parents� graves. She slowly approached, a bouquet of white roses in her hands.
�I knew you�d come today,� Mark said as Jessica approached. She smiled and began to walk faster. She put her arm around her husband�s waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. She lightly threw the bouquet onto the double grave. Mark sighed.
�You know what he�d say, don�t you,� Jessica stated more than asked. Mark smiled weakly at her.
�Yeah, I do,� he said, looking at the right side of the small monument to his parents in law. �He�d say exactly what his daughter told me last night.� He gave her shoulders a squeeze.
�Good,� Jessica laughed. �Now we know you weren�t a lost cause after all!�
�He would�ve said that, too,� Mark said as they turned from the graves. �Course, he would�ve said it while he knock me on my head.� They slowly began walking to the car. Without another word, or a glance back, they climbed into the small sports car and slowly drove away.


The loud buzzing of the alarm rang through the practically empty room. The form on the sagging bed moaned lightly and rolled over, slamming his hand on the alarm, which sat on the window sill. He sat up, his legs hanging awkwardly over the side of the bed, his short brown hair disheveled. He pushed himself to his feet, shivering slightly at the feeling of the cold floor. He stretched and walked over to the large pile of clothes in the corner of his room. He grabbed the first pair of pants he could find and slipped them over his boxers. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it over his head. He tripped over to the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair.
�God, I�m getting as bad as Duo,� he thought as he reached for the doorknob. His hand stopped in mid air at the sudden pang of sorrow. He sucked in a breath and pulled open the door. He moved quickly through his dimly lit, disorganized apartment. He threw the small fridge on the counter open, peering in at the half empty gallon of milk and a totally bruised apple. He sighed and slammed the door shut. It just seemed to be getting worse as the years went on. He placed his elbows on the counter and bent down, holding his head in his hands.
�Ten years,� he murmured. �Ten years today.� He didn�t move for a few moments, willing the memories of the smiling purple eyes as the pilot swore he�d be careful and would be back before dark. He remembered watching the braid bounce behind the black clothed body, as if waving good-bye. He knew he should�ve made him stay home. He knew it. And now, ten years later, he was a wreck.
A sudden knock on the door, dragging him from his memories. He walked slowly to the door, halfway considering not answering it. He slowly opened the door, fumbling with the chain lock. He blinked, blinded by the bright light of the sun that shot into the apartment through the half opened door. In front of him stood a young couple, around his age. The man looked somewhat familiar, tall, dark hair, dark blue eyes. The woman was short, her long brown hair pulled back in a braid, staring at him with dark brown eyes through thin framed glasses.
�Heero Yuy,� The man said, smiling a familiar smile, with a familiar voice. �I�m back, and you�ll never guess what�s happened in the last ten years.�
~Rayne~

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.03.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 8.2K | Visits: 199 | Status: Completed