Take a Breath
Disclaimer: Does not own GundamWing, Heero Yuy or Haro, or Chocobos
home...after work
There was a sound of running water in the house. It was accompanied by the sound of steam hissing and clopping sounds on wood.
Dinner.yum..
The sound of the running water continues. A sudden gush of sound escapes in one of the rooms. verbal reports of burning buildings and the senate's next bill approval ring across the vicinity.
The running water continues...
A metallic clunk begins to sound rhythmically around. It got louder, then softer, as if just passing by.
Then.... the silence was pierced but a high pitched scream.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! Haro get out of the shower! I'm taking a bath dammit!" A female voice shouted, kicking the otherwise oblivious mechanical pet out of the wet room, grumbling profanities and how people in the house have no respect for privacy at all.
"Ouchies! Ouchies!" Haro replied, his orange finish shining against the cove lights in the ceiling. He turned to the direction of the kitchen where someone has just started cooking preparations.
"Heero-san! Heero-san! Lemme Help! Lemme Help!" His monotone voice informed, not asked, the prussian blue-eyed pilot who was trying to get dinner on the way. Heero was currently chopping carrots on the chopping board while he let a pot of water boil behind him.
"Don't let Haro near the fire niisan." The female voice echoed from the bathroom. "He might topple the pot to the floor."
Haro swirled to face the bathroom and wiggled his ears. "That's mean! That's mean! I wanna help! I wanna help!"
"The two of you be quiet or we'll end up with overcooked carrots and really bad tasting muck instead of chicken soup." Heero said, his powerful voice echoing in the small apartment they shared. The two decided to room together when Heero realized that if he we're to choose the other option, that would put him under the mercy and mouth of Duo Maxwell. He chose the lesser evil, knowing fully well that Isora doesn't ask too many questions and that she generally keeps to herself.
He was so dead wrong with his analysis.
"I can always call for pizza if that happens, but you'll have to split it with me. I can take care of myself, in case you're wandering. I'm not a hapless damsel in distress you idiot." Isora said in one breath, as she came into view. She was in a pair of black boy shorts and a white tank top with a volleyball print. Her hair was standing upward, thanks to her new haircut where her mother basically told the stylist to go punky. She loves it though. Shocked the people in her work place as a matter of fact.
"Do all the teachers in your school have such free-spirited ways?" Heero asked, as he proceeded to checking the water and added chicken stock that he found in the fridge. Isora walked towards the dining room and took a seat opposite the cook. There was a Preventer jacket hanging from it. She proceeded to placing her chin on her hands. "All the thunders liked it. Even my principal. Next time I'm dyeing my hair. THAT, would raise eyebrows." She smirked as she turned to reach for the Preventer jacket. She placed it on the table just as Heero turned to mind the pot.
"When will I get one of these bad boys?" She asked, caressing the patches and admiring the jacket that symbolizes hope and truth in a world so warped and treacherous. The wearer would be part of the Elite Preventer Corp. and qualifies as a peacekeeper and enforcer of the law.
"I told you. Zechs already has your name down since he entered the Preventer's. It's only a matter of you committing yourself to our line of work. The pay's good you know." He answered, taking a sip of the soup. He added a little salt.
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm happy with my 7-3 job, minor childish headaches and oodles of gifts during Christmas. I'm A-okay." She chirped, looking away. Heero said nothing and continued cooking. Isora turned the seat around and faced the living room.
"You think I'm avoiding it aren't you?" She said, still facing the living room. Heero pulled the pot off the burned and poured its contents into the serving dish. It splashed and sizzled as the liquid poured. "My opinion should not matter. It is your choice to stay in your place. Whatever makes you happy should be your priority." He answered, bringing the pot to the sink and washing it. He heard Isora sigh.
"I wish they shared the same sentiment. I always feel they're disappointed with me. At my choices, decisions. In the end, I feel I'm failing them." She turned back to face him, her face frowning over the subject in discussion. She rested her chin on her palm and watched Heero pack away the cooking utensils. She drew imaginary circles on the table with her finger.
when Heero was done, he sat down opposite her and leaned forward. His prussian blue eyes bore into hers. They shared the moment of silence and just listened...listened to what the other was not saying.
Time spent, Heero broked contact and began pouring soup into two bowls. He offered one to Isora who took it and they ate silently. They were quiet as they ate, and halfway through the soup...
"Don't let them dictate who you should love."
Isora almost choked on her soup and made gagging sounds as she reached for her glass of water. She gulped down the cold liquid and put it back on the table with a loud clack. She wheezed and looked at Heero, who had the tendency to break silence with very thought-provoking statements.
"Who told you it was anything like that?" She gasped, slowly calming down. Heero shrugged and took a spoonful of soup before he continued.
"You're obvious Isora. You're not exactly the type I would expect to keep to your silence should you be captured by the enemy and tortured into revealing our secrets. You're transparent, people know what you're thinking, and they know your feelings just by looking at you. You act as if you have no heart when in fact you're heart's so big that the emotions flood right out of you, sometimes wrecklessly. We are not blind. We know exactly what you are thinking."
Isora was shocked at his words, somewhat embarrassed that her fears have been exposed for all to see. Heero was indeed correct and she knew it. She was never afraid to talk about her feelings. And now, she realizes just how vulnerable she is in the eyes of the people around her.
She looked up at him and chuckled quietly. "Heh. That's one good reason why I shouldn't be part of the Preventers. I'll be a hindrance, not an asset. You said it, I'll be a scaredy cat and tell my enemies everything should that happen. An additional reason to add to all those that made me leave in the first place." She grabbed her bowl with both hands and gulped the soup down and licked her lips as she finished. She stood up from her chair.
"Thank you for dinner. I'll just be in my room." She said, her eyes glued to the floor as she walked towards the sink and washed her dishes. Heero remained seated and just sat there, not even touching his food as he waited for Isora to finish washing and he heard the click of her door as she closed it.
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Isora closed the door of her room and leaned against it. Her gaze was on the floor, her fists curled in an effort to contain herself. She let her body slip downwards and sat down, back against the door. She drew her legs up and buried her face between it. No sound escaped her.
Rain began to fall and from beyond her room, the garden was a sea of splattering and haziness. One wall of her room was a sheet of glass, that allowed her to view the garden at her leisure. The drapes hung halfway, concealing part of her room, that was her sanctuary after a day's work.
The sound of the rain grew louder as the glass wall slid to the side and opened to reveal a small bundle the seemed to be walking in from the rain. From the bundle came two smaller bundles from behind it, the smallest closing the glass sliding door behind it. They were all clad in what looked like small sets of raincoats. They pulled their raincoats over to reveal three plump and yellow chocobos.
"It was a good thing we brought our raincoats, otherwise mommy would have to pick us up." The smallest squeaked, hanging his raincoat in a small coat hangar their size. His feathers are different from the other two, that had brighter yellow and more fluffier coats. He was a skinny chocobo, and barely four inches, but it spoke as if it was the oldest among them.
The biggest one, around a foot in height was helping the other small one with its coat. He hung both their raincoats and proceeded to ruffle its feathers. "Mommy did say the weather would be bad. I'm just glad it didn't flood, otherwise we'd be a bunch of floating chocobo on an umbrella." He squeaked as well, albeit in a lower tone than the former. He had a small bag around his neck.
When the third chocobo spoke, it would make your hairs stand. "I told you we shouldn't have taken Boulevard! We could have gotten home sooner!" She squeaked, in a pitch that could break glass. It held a small french fries plushie in its hand. She was around five inches in height.
The three chocobo turned and saw Isora hunched by the door. They ran towards her, the smallest and different looking one climbing onto her legs and peeking through to look at her.
"Mommy, are you okay?" He squeaked.
Isora raised her head and looked at the three chocobos in front of her. She smiled and reassured them. "I'm fine babies. I just had a bad day. Anyway, how was your trip to the town? Were you able to get anything?"
They began talking at the same time. Isora plugged her ears with her fingers and delegated the conversation arrangement. Lady's first.
"waha! me first!" The french fries chocobo squealed. It climbed up the girl's legs and sat as a child would to santa.
"Almond and Macmac wanted to go to the pier to see the boats come in, but I said we had to go to the market for some berries. We were able to buy some but we finished them on the way home. Then it started to rain. We walked through the park to get home. " Hazel chirped, looking up at Isora and awaiting her praise. Isora smiled at her.
"Sounds like a busy day. How about you guys, what happened when it started raining?" She directed her attention to the two male chocobos who took a seat on each side of her. They looked up at her with their beady eyes and smiled through their beaks.
They were her special ones, her children. For lack of any, she adopted the three and took them as her own. They even go to chocobo school. If that isn't love, then consider yourself heartless.
The smaller of the two held out a bag of seeds for the girl to get, which she picked up gently from his small feathery arms. She smiled in gratitude and listened as the two boys took turns telling her of their adventure.
The bigger one started.
"We went through the park and the rain started pouring"
"like really big drops you would never expect mommy, they were HUGE!"
"and Hazel started to shiver so I brought out the raincoats you told us to bring"
"they were really huge mommy, as big as my chocobo arms!"
"we hid under a shed while we wore our coats, then we started walking as soon as we were ready."
"Those drops were so big, they would have been a bath for me already."
"Then we came across the Moogles. Momo, Pree and Dulount were huddled under a giant umbrella and we talked for a while before we had to separate ways."
"And we also came across a giant mecha battling Godzilla!"
...
...
...
"Almond, I don't think that woud ever happen in our lifetime unless it's in the TV screen." Isora said, smiling while patting Almond's head. He did love to joke about. Just like his father.
"hehe. I thought you wouldn't notice." said Almond, climbing up Isora's legs and sitting astride Hazel, facing the lady. "Are you sure you're okay? You were all hunched up a while back."
Isora smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine babies. Don't worry about me. Now why don't you head for the kitchen? Uncle Heero cooked soup. I'm sure you'd like some."
Upon the word soup, the three chocobos scampered out the door and rushed to the kitchen, where they began arguing with a repeatingly redundant pet robot.
"Haro! Get off the big chair! That's mine!" Macmac bellowed, followed by the crashing of metal on the floor.
"Haro ouch! Haro ouch! Will get chocobos! Will get chocobos!"
Then came the kwehing and the poking and just as Isora made to close the door, muting the noise, Heero's fingers appeared on the edge.
Heero pushed the door back and entered. He closed it after him.
Isora ignored him and proceeded to her computer table, and sat in front of her laptop and typed into it as Heero leaned against the wall. They were silent for a few minutes until Isora got up and drew the shutters up and the rain let up. The sun beat down on the dew-laden garden and Isora looked forward to seeing the calm after a storm.
"I can't seem to find my calm after the storm." She said, referring to her life rather than the garden. Heero was silent.
She continued.
"I always feel that there is emptiness in my heart, and I would always blame that incident in my life. I don't like clinging to bad memories but I can't seem to shake it off my head. I think the reason it never leaves my mind is that I haven't learned from it yet. "
Heero's stoic features revealed nothing. He just stood there, still leaning against the wall.
"I feel there's a gap in my heart. A scar that doesn't seem to heal. The whole still exists, probably smaller than before, but it is still there. The demons in that whole mock me, spewing blasphemy and thoughts that I brush off and choose to ignore, but being human, succumb to it, thus the whole opens slightly. I am a curse." She scoffed at the last one, half believing, half denying.
Heero straightened himself and walked towards the girl still sitting in front of the laptop. He stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He gripped them.
"We all have secrets we wish to hide, and are exposed without our knowledge. We wish for the demons to go away but they don't. We want the world to go on as if nothing happened. But reality is sick. It leaves the marks we wish to erase, to forget. We all have a secret or a weakness we run away from. We just need to keep on running."
He hunched over her form and gazed into the monitor. I glowed white on their faces, not reflecting what were beings of fragile souls.
"Though we look as if the light is never in our sight, we know it's right there. We have to remind ourselves that things get better. Things aren't all that bad, and soon we will have to face our nightmares. But remember this..."
And in a very un-Heero move, he laced his arms slowly around her shoulders.
"...You are never alone."
He let go.
Heero walked out of the room. He closed the door with a dull click.
Isora stayed rooted to her spot, gazing into the screen that showed her blogsite. She blinked back the thoughts and feelings attempting to burst from within her, and took a breath. She shook her head, as if shaking away the fears and anxieties. She looked at the screen and smiled. She knew she alone could fix her ways. All she needed was a chance to blink, to take a breath.
And she took that breath.
One big inhale of strength.
One exhale of stress.
She got out of her chair and made her way to the door. She needed to be near people. She needed to be near people who will show her that the world is not tad and dreary, that it can be a wonderful place should she choose it.
Three chocobos, a metal Haro and a stoic roommate is more than enough.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. It still look beaten down and tired, but she knew it didn't matter. She just needed that break. She's ready for the battles again.
And she opened her door.
And she opened her heart.
The world is long and dreadful, and we are all but pieces in life.
Right now, I choose to be happy.
and that will set things right.
END
home...after work
There was a sound of running water in the house. It was accompanied by the sound of steam hissing and clopping sounds on wood.
Dinner.yum..
The sound of the running water continues. A sudden gush of sound escapes in one of the rooms. verbal reports of burning buildings and the senate's next bill approval ring across the vicinity.
The running water continues...
A metallic clunk begins to sound rhythmically around. It got louder, then softer, as if just passing by.
Then.... the silence was pierced but a high pitched scream.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! Haro get out of the shower! I'm taking a bath dammit!" A female voice shouted, kicking the otherwise oblivious mechanical pet out of the wet room, grumbling profanities and how people in the house have no respect for privacy at all.
"Ouchies! Ouchies!" Haro replied, his orange finish shining against the cove lights in the ceiling. He turned to the direction of the kitchen where someone has just started cooking preparations.
"Heero-san! Heero-san! Lemme Help! Lemme Help!" His monotone voice informed, not asked, the prussian blue-eyed pilot who was trying to get dinner on the way. Heero was currently chopping carrots on the chopping board while he let a pot of water boil behind him.
"Don't let Haro near the fire niisan." The female voice echoed from the bathroom. "He might topple the pot to the floor."
Haro swirled to face the bathroom and wiggled his ears. "That's mean! That's mean! I wanna help! I wanna help!"
"The two of you be quiet or we'll end up with overcooked carrots and really bad tasting muck instead of chicken soup." Heero said, his powerful voice echoing in the small apartment they shared. The two decided to room together when Heero realized that if he we're to choose the other option, that would put him under the mercy and mouth of Duo Maxwell. He chose the lesser evil, knowing fully well that Isora doesn't ask too many questions and that she generally keeps to herself.
He was so dead wrong with his analysis.
"I can always call for pizza if that happens, but you'll have to split it with me. I can take care of myself, in case you're wandering. I'm not a hapless damsel in distress you idiot." Isora said in one breath, as she came into view. She was in a pair of black boy shorts and a white tank top with a volleyball print. Her hair was standing upward, thanks to her new haircut where her mother basically told the stylist to go punky. She loves it though. Shocked the people in her work place as a matter of fact.
"Do all the teachers in your school have such free-spirited ways?" Heero asked, as he proceeded to checking the water and added chicken stock that he found in the fridge. Isora walked towards the dining room and took a seat opposite the cook. There was a Preventer jacket hanging from it. She proceeded to placing her chin on her hands. "All the thunders liked it. Even my principal. Next time I'm dyeing my hair. THAT, would raise eyebrows." She smirked as she turned to reach for the Preventer jacket. She placed it on the table just as Heero turned to mind the pot.
"When will I get one of these bad boys?" She asked, caressing the patches and admiring the jacket that symbolizes hope and truth in a world so warped and treacherous. The wearer would be part of the Elite Preventer Corp. and qualifies as a peacekeeper and enforcer of the law.
"I told you. Zechs already has your name down since he entered the Preventer's. It's only a matter of you committing yourself to our line of work. The pay's good you know." He answered, taking a sip of the soup. He added a little salt.
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm happy with my 7-3 job, minor childish headaches and oodles of gifts during Christmas. I'm A-okay." She chirped, looking away. Heero said nothing and continued cooking. Isora turned the seat around and faced the living room.
"You think I'm avoiding it aren't you?" She said, still facing the living room. Heero pulled the pot off the burned and poured its contents into the serving dish. It splashed and sizzled as the liquid poured. "My opinion should not matter. It is your choice to stay in your place. Whatever makes you happy should be your priority." He answered, bringing the pot to the sink and washing it. He heard Isora sigh.
"I wish they shared the same sentiment. I always feel they're disappointed with me. At my choices, decisions. In the end, I feel I'm failing them." She turned back to face him, her face frowning over the subject in discussion. She rested her chin on her palm and watched Heero pack away the cooking utensils. She drew imaginary circles on the table with her finger.
when Heero was done, he sat down opposite her and leaned forward. His prussian blue eyes bore into hers. They shared the moment of silence and just listened...listened to what the other was not saying.
Time spent, Heero broked contact and began pouring soup into two bowls. He offered one to Isora who took it and they ate silently. They were quiet as they ate, and halfway through the soup...
"Don't let them dictate who you should love."
Isora almost choked on her soup and made gagging sounds as she reached for her glass of water. She gulped down the cold liquid and put it back on the table with a loud clack. She wheezed and looked at Heero, who had the tendency to break silence with very thought-provoking statements.
"Who told you it was anything like that?" She gasped, slowly calming down. Heero shrugged and took a spoonful of soup before he continued.
"You're obvious Isora. You're not exactly the type I would expect to keep to your silence should you be captured by the enemy and tortured into revealing our secrets. You're transparent, people know what you're thinking, and they know your feelings just by looking at you. You act as if you have no heart when in fact you're heart's so big that the emotions flood right out of you, sometimes wrecklessly. We are not blind. We know exactly what you are thinking."
Isora was shocked at his words, somewhat embarrassed that her fears have been exposed for all to see. Heero was indeed correct and she knew it. She was never afraid to talk about her feelings. And now, she realizes just how vulnerable she is in the eyes of the people around her.
She looked up at him and chuckled quietly. "Heh. That's one good reason why I shouldn't be part of the Preventers. I'll be a hindrance, not an asset. You said it, I'll be a scaredy cat and tell my enemies everything should that happen. An additional reason to add to all those that made me leave in the first place." She grabbed her bowl with both hands and gulped the soup down and licked her lips as she finished. She stood up from her chair.
"Thank you for dinner. I'll just be in my room." She said, her eyes glued to the floor as she walked towards the sink and washed her dishes. Heero remained seated and just sat there, not even touching his food as he waited for Isora to finish washing and he heard the click of her door as she closed it.
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Isora closed the door of her room and leaned against it. Her gaze was on the floor, her fists curled in an effort to contain herself. She let her body slip downwards and sat down, back against the door. She drew her legs up and buried her face between it. No sound escaped her.
Rain began to fall and from beyond her room, the garden was a sea of splattering and haziness. One wall of her room was a sheet of glass, that allowed her to view the garden at her leisure. The drapes hung halfway, concealing part of her room, that was her sanctuary after a day's work.
The sound of the rain grew louder as the glass wall slid to the side and opened to reveal a small bundle the seemed to be walking in from the rain. From the bundle came two smaller bundles from behind it, the smallest closing the glass sliding door behind it. They were all clad in what looked like small sets of raincoats. They pulled their raincoats over to reveal three plump and yellow chocobos.
"It was a good thing we brought our raincoats, otherwise mommy would have to pick us up." The smallest squeaked, hanging his raincoat in a small coat hangar their size. His feathers are different from the other two, that had brighter yellow and more fluffier coats. He was a skinny chocobo, and barely four inches, but it spoke as if it was the oldest among them.
The biggest one, around a foot in height was helping the other small one with its coat. He hung both their raincoats and proceeded to ruffle its feathers. "Mommy did say the weather would be bad. I'm just glad it didn't flood, otherwise we'd be a bunch of floating chocobo on an umbrella." He squeaked as well, albeit in a lower tone than the former. He had a small bag around his neck.
When the third chocobo spoke, it would make your hairs stand. "I told you we shouldn't have taken Boulevard! We could have gotten home sooner!" She squeaked, in a pitch that could break glass. It held a small french fries plushie in its hand. She was around five inches in height.
The three chocobo turned and saw Isora hunched by the door. They ran towards her, the smallest and different looking one climbing onto her legs and peeking through to look at her.
"Mommy, are you okay?" He squeaked.
Isora raised her head and looked at the three chocobos in front of her. She smiled and reassured them. "I'm fine babies. I just had a bad day. Anyway, how was your trip to the town? Were you able to get anything?"
They began talking at the same time. Isora plugged her ears with her fingers and delegated the conversation arrangement. Lady's first.
"waha! me first!" The french fries chocobo squealed. It climbed up the girl's legs and sat as a child would to santa.
"Almond and Macmac wanted to go to the pier to see the boats come in, but I said we had to go to the market for some berries. We were able to buy some but we finished them on the way home. Then it started to rain. We walked through the park to get home. " Hazel chirped, looking up at Isora and awaiting her praise. Isora smiled at her.
"Sounds like a busy day. How about you guys, what happened when it started raining?" She directed her attention to the two male chocobos who took a seat on each side of her. They looked up at her with their beady eyes and smiled through their beaks.
They were her special ones, her children. For lack of any, she adopted the three and took them as her own. They even go to chocobo school. If that isn't love, then consider yourself heartless.
The smaller of the two held out a bag of seeds for the girl to get, which she picked up gently from his small feathery arms. She smiled in gratitude and listened as the two boys took turns telling her of their adventure.
The bigger one started.
"We went through the park and the rain started pouring"
"like really big drops you would never expect mommy, they were HUGE!"
"and Hazel started to shiver so I brought out the raincoats you told us to bring"
"they were really huge mommy, as big as my chocobo arms!"
"we hid under a shed while we wore our coats, then we started walking as soon as we were ready."
"Those drops were so big, they would have been a bath for me already."
"Then we came across the Moogles. Momo, Pree and Dulount were huddled under a giant umbrella and we talked for a while before we had to separate ways."
"And we also came across a giant mecha battling Godzilla!"
...
...
...
"Almond, I don't think that woud ever happen in our lifetime unless it's in the TV screen." Isora said, smiling while patting Almond's head. He did love to joke about. Just like his father.
"hehe. I thought you wouldn't notice." said Almond, climbing up Isora's legs and sitting astride Hazel, facing the lady. "Are you sure you're okay? You were all hunched up a while back."
Isora smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine babies. Don't worry about me. Now why don't you head for the kitchen? Uncle Heero cooked soup. I'm sure you'd like some."
Upon the word soup, the three chocobos scampered out the door and rushed to the kitchen, where they began arguing with a repeatingly redundant pet robot.
"Haro! Get off the big chair! That's mine!" Macmac bellowed, followed by the crashing of metal on the floor.
"Haro ouch! Haro ouch! Will get chocobos! Will get chocobos!"
Then came the kwehing and the poking and just as Isora made to close the door, muting the noise, Heero's fingers appeared on the edge.
Heero pushed the door back and entered. He closed it after him.
Isora ignored him and proceeded to her computer table, and sat in front of her laptop and typed into it as Heero leaned against the wall. They were silent for a few minutes until Isora got up and drew the shutters up and the rain let up. The sun beat down on the dew-laden garden and Isora looked forward to seeing the calm after a storm.
"I can't seem to find my calm after the storm." She said, referring to her life rather than the garden. Heero was silent.
She continued.
"I always feel that there is emptiness in my heart, and I would always blame that incident in my life. I don't like clinging to bad memories but I can't seem to shake it off my head. I think the reason it never leaves my mind is that I haven't learned from it yet. "
Heero's stoic features revealed nothing. He just stood there, still leaning against the wall.
"I feel there's a gap in my heart. A scar that doesn't seem to heal. The whole still exists, probably smaller than before, but it is still there. The demons in that whole mock me, spewing blasphemy and thoughts that I brush off and choose to ignore, but being human, succumb to it, thus the whole opens slightly. I am a curse." She scoffed at the last one, half believing, half denying.
Heero straightened himself and walked towards the girl still sitting in front of the laptop. He stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He gripped them.
"We all have secrets we wish to hide, and are exposed without our knowledge. We wish for the demons to go away but they don't. We want the world to go on as if nothing happened. But reality is sick. It leaves the marks we wish to erase, to forget. We all have a secret or a weakness we run away from. We just need to keep on running."
He hunched over her form and gazed into the monitor. I glowed white on their faces, not reflecting what were beings of fragile souls.
"Though we look as if the light is never in our sight, we know it's right there. We have to remind ourselves that things get better. Things aren't all that bad, and soon we will have to face our nightmares. But remember this..."
And in a very un-Heero move, he laced his arms slowly around her shoulders.
"...You are never alone."
He let go.
Heero walked out of the room. He closed the door with a dull click.
Isora stayed rooted to her spot, gazing into the screen that showed her blogsite. She blinked back the thoughts and feelings attempting to burst from within her, and took a breath. She shook her head, as if shaking away the fears and anxieties. She looked at the screen and smiled. She knew she alone could fix her ways. All she needed was a chance to blink, to take a breath.
And she took that breath.
One big inhale of strength.
One exhale of stress.
She got out of her chair and made her way to the door. She needed to be near people. She needed to be near people who will show her that the world is not tad and dreary, that it can be a wonderful place should she choose it.
Three chocobos, a metal Haro and a stoic roommate is more than enough.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. It still look beaten down and tired, but she knew it didn't matter. She just needed that break. She's ready for the battles again.
And she opened her door.
And she opened her heart.
The world is long and dreadful, and we are all but pieces in life.
Right now, I choose to be happy.
and that will set things right.
END