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"The Best for You"Written By: Gypsie 1201 Pairings: 1xR, 1x2 Warnings: Angst, Post EW, POV Rating: PG Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters, nor will I make any money from the creation of this
story. Feedback: All is welcome and much appreciated. Summary: Some times you’re closer when you’re letting go. A/N: Inspired by the song “I Wish the Best
for You” by Emerson Hart.
" The Best for You" It’s been quite the eventful day today and as I sit here on our king-sized bed, draped in royal blue satin comforter and sheets, I can’t help but wonder if tomorrow will be the same. If it can be the same after everything I thought would last forever, is gone. Biting back the sigh that I refuse to release, I turn my eyes back to where you’re folding the last of your shirts into the suitcase not two feet away from me. It’s the last because you’ve already sent most of your things ahead of you last week, to your new home half a world away. I watch as you meticulously fold and place the shirt on top of the other ones already folded neatly in the case before reaching over and flipping the top closed, latching it securely. The sound of the latches are loud in the deathly silent room but the sound soon fades, leaving us in the quiet once again as we both continue to stare at the now closed suitcase, both of us knowing that the time has come. “Relena.” you whisper, your voice so full of regret and guilt I can’t help but feel the tears gathering in my eyes once again. But I’d promised myself when I’d woken up this morning, I would not cry again today; or tomorrow, or the day after for that matter. This was the right decision, I know it is in the very depths of my heart and once I made it, I knew I would never regret it. Sliding from the bed, I don’t even pause to straighten my skirt or jacket before closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around you. Amazingly enough, the feel of your strong body pressed against mine for the last time doesn’t bring the tears back like I’d thought it would and that’s when I finally begin to realize that everything’s going to be all right. “No regrets, Heero.” I tell you softly before lifting up onto my tiptoes to kiss your cheek, letting myself inhale your scent as deeply as I can before pulling away and stepping back. “And no looking back.” You look at me then, your beautiful, cobalt eyes still so full of guilt just like they have been for the past month. But underneath that, I can see the swell of calm happiness just waiting to crash through. A happiness put there by a certain longhaired American who was currently waiting outside our home of the last five years to take you away to your new life. With a reassuring smile, I take your hand, the one not still clutching the handle of the suitcase, using it to lead you from the room and through the house toward the front door. Once there, I only pause for a second to look back at you, taking in the barely controlled anticipation growing on your face before I turn the handle and pull the door open, letting the bright sunlight stream in. At the bottom of the steps, Duo hears the noise and stands up from where he’d been lounging. I watch as he fidgets there for a second before finally climbing the stairs to stand in front of us. “Hey there, princess.” he says to me softly and where the guilt in your eyes had been bad, Duo’s is far worse and far deeper. I know he’ll be feeling this way for a very long time no matter how much you try to make him not. “Duo.” I return just as softly before surprising him by stepping forward and drawing him into a hug. For a long moment, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, but finally he wraps his arms around me and hugs me back. “You’ll take care of him and love him?” I breathe into his ear so that only he can hear. “With everything I have.” he answers with such fierceness that I couldn’t doubt him even if I wanted to. “Then there’s nothing more I could ever ask of you.” I smile and for a brief second, his arms tighten almost painfully around me before he takes a shaky breath, letting it out slowly. “I don’t know how you can be so strong.” he tells me, his voice so full of awe and admiration that I can feel my own breath catch in response. “I don’t think I could--“ “If it meant making him happy, you could do anything. Even let him go.” I remind him before pulling back, placing a kiss on his cheek as I do so. The smile he gives me then is a bit brighter and less guarded; maybe that guilt won’t stick around as long as I’d feared. Then he turns to you and his face takes on an entirely different look. This one of disbelief mixed with pure, unadulterated love and I know for sure it won’t. “You ready to go?” he asks and I watch as that smile returns when you nod your head yes. For the past five years, Duo’s been waiting patiently for that answer, an answer you’re finally ready to give him. Reaching out, he takes your hand, the one I’d released when I’d hugged him, and gently pulls you from the house. I watch as the two of you climb down the stairs and into the car waiting at the bottom, throwing your suitcase into the backseat as you do. Then, the car starts and slowly pulls away. I continue to watch until it disappears through the front gates of the house before I turn and go back inside, closing the door behind me. True to our promise, you didn’t look back. END
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