Gray Street

A Song fic

Oh look how she listens; she says nothing of what she thinks. She just staring out on to Gray Street

It has come to and ends after years of bitterness and death that shook Italy for years. The SWA Headquarter once filled with cheers, joy, and laughter drew to a silent, eerie structure in Rome. Triela sat still in her small room, staring blankly at the door wishing for the arrival of her loved ones.

Constantly she watches the door, waiting for their return, however knowing fully when he will after Hillshire came and greet her in the midst of March. Out of all the people, out of all her friends, he was the person she least wanted to see.

She thinks, "hey, how did I come to this? I deram myself a thousand times around the world, but I can't get out of this place"

Every passing day she waits. Each minutes passed like hours, each hours like days, each days like months, and each months felt like years. Years…

…were like eternity

There's an emptiness inside her, and she'd do anything to fill it in. But all the colors mix together – to grey. And it breaks her heart

She remembers the time when her life seems perfect; Henrietta, Claes, Rico, Luke, Angelica, and Frederick…all good friends. Frederick…oh, how crazy she was for him! Yet, when the call arrives in the SWA for work, things change. Triela remembers it clearly; Angelica died in one of the assigned mission, Henrietta, Claes, and Rico went missing in the Italian hills, while Luke were reported killed in the same mission. Out of all the people, the least she wanted to hear comes from Frederick.

How she wishest it was different. She prays to God most every night, and though she swears it doesn't listen, there's still a hope in her it might. She says, "I pray but they fell on deaf ears, am I supposed to take it on myself? To get out of this place"

The news came in the midst of March. How joyous she was when she saw José and Jean greet her one early morning, hair straightened and ties up. Yet all hopes comes to a crumble after she met them, who slowly lower their gazes calling forth grief into her heart.

Frederick's gone. And she'll never see him again…

There's an emptiness inside her, and she'd do anything to fill it in.

She sat on her chair, staring blankly at the door waiting for him. Her hand clutches the thin, razor object. Her arm trembles.

And though its red blood bleeding from her now, its more like cold blue ice in her heart

There she sat; her wrist bleeds red and her eyes s white as snow, slowly falling into slumber

She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright. But all the colors mix together – to grey

Lonely, she felt limp and tired. The scythe-like object in her right drips a vile of crimson liquid. Her eyes slowly drew closer and closer to a close, a figure in black, dark, robe stood before her waiting to take her away. There she sat in her deep slumber, waiting…

And it breaks her heart…

…forever

And it breaks her heart…

To Grey

Author's Note:

Something I wrote during an English writing period at school. The song 'Gray Street' is copyright Dave Matthews Band, and Gunslinger Girls to Yu Aida. That's all…

…probably this is one of the times when I can write some angst. Not much interested in, wish to write romance and continuing 'Triela's Diary' later when I have time.

Kanpaii