Disclaimer: The author of this fanfiction does not, in any way, profit from the story. All creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s). The song, Jie Tuo (Freedom), is sung by A-Mei Zhang Hui Mei. The poor translation is mine.
The Elegant Daisy
by Pout
Love is a nightless city
Memory is like stars
The more my hot tears boil,
The more I feel cold
She let her head drop a little to the left and she blinked gently. He had once said she was all elegance; so graceful and regal in her every movement and word. She wondered idly how to pursue this elegantly.
“You understand, don’t you?”
“Of course,” she said.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s alright,” she answered.
“I’m gonna go.”
“Ok,” she replied.
The one who's had a change of heart
The more I think of him, the more it hurts
Withered, I sit until early morning
The sunlight replaces the light from the room
She watered her garden with tears that night. Sitting by her drooping daisies, tears came and went in waves and torrents, the onslaught of which left her lungs shaking and her head ringing with the sound of her own sobs.
It’s funny how at the moment of your greatest sorrow, the greatest memory can bring the greatest pain.
* * *
“You’re soft.”
She giggled as his fingers trailed along the silhouette of her arm, her shoulders, her neck and chin. Her smile was bright as he came to rest on her lips.
“Kiss me.” He complied and the kiss was like ice in lemonade, like seeing a butterfly’s garden, like music from the violin.
In a meadow on a summer day, their picnic had melted into a sprawling afternoon of sweet nothings and sweeter kisses. His hands played with her hair while she rested her head on his chest. They spoke little and their silence was the protector of all things beautiful on that summer day.
He reached over and tucked a daisy behind her ear and she felt like a princess again.
* * *
Thinking, it's still the same result
So why keep thinking?
Pain, it makes people grow up
Why do I fear the pain of saying goodbye?
Beeeeep.
“It’s me.” She listened to him pause then sigh when she failed to pick up. “We should talk. I know you’re busy and—but, just give me a call ok? We should really talk.”
The phone clicked and the message machine turned off, returning to its naturally dormant state. She stared at the blinking lights and found herself blinking in time with it. ‘No goodbye,’ she thought. ‘No goodbye.’
Outside night was pushing its way into existence. Daylight replaced by twilight; she sat by her window and watched the cosmic interplay.
‘I have grown,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’m not fifteen anymore.’ Stars were pricking through the carpet of night. ‘No one can stay like that. It’s better this way.’
Freedom is agreeing to admit this is a mistake
I shouldn't keep holding on
You have the freedom to leave
I have the freedom to go on
“Relena?”
She turned and faced him. He was confused. She had a daisy in her hair.
In my heart there is a type of
Thirst for bravery
I don't want the people who love me to keep worrying about me
She cried on his shoulder that one last time. ‘I feel better. I feel better.’ Looking up she saw with her eyes, the face of a person who was more than a man and less than a hero.
“We’ll be friends at least, right?”
He blinked and put the daisy back in her hair. “Of course.”
Freedom is knowing how to see the future after wiping away the tears
Finding a new place and go towards it
This world is vast
I will eventually achieve a dream
They sat on the hillside, holding hands like old friends. She had daisies in her hair: three crowns and a necklace. She was a daisy queen as she basked in the light of the setting sun.
He squeezed her hand. “We’ll be ok.”
She smiled at him. “Yeah, Heero. I think we will.”
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