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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Zechs/Noin Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles
for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted
and rating may be subject to change. "Thirty One Days " Chapter 24: Endless Waltz
It looked as though someone, possibly a servant, had tried to cover the broken windows with sheets of plastic, but whether the plastic had been torn either by someone’s hand, or by the elements, he wasn’t sure. The ragged remnants fluttered and spun in the harsh winds and snow had blown in, coating the sills and floors. He took a deep breath and blew it out with a heavy sigh as he glanced around. Everything was gone. The estate had been completely ransacked. The rooms were barren of furniture, hooks and wires hung forlornly on the walls where grand, aristocratic paintings of his ancestors once graced the eyes with their elegant opulence. Once upon a time, this had been a staple of status, an example of much happier times. Now, it was a wasteland, a fossilized relic and a reminder that nothing is engraved in stone. He rubbed his cold hands together in an attempt to warm them and headed to the ballroom. Much like the rest of the house, it was dark, stripped, and bare. The gold and crystal chandeliers were yanked from their ceiling mounts and likely sold in some auction, or another. He remember clearly kneeling on this very dance floor and holding a small velvet box up to the woman he'd sworn his life to. He remembered how the orchestra had stopped their exuberant waltz so that his proposal and her answer could be heard among the party goers. She'd said yes and at the time, he'd believed nothing could ever go wrong. The ghosts of his past haunted him as he strode across the floor. He lifted his arms and poised his body for a dance. A dance with an invisible love. He began to hum the sweet melody that the orchestra played after she'd told him yes, could still hear the answering cheers and applause in his ears. He counted the time to the music in his head and began to dance.
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