Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Those who were smart enough to create them owns them, okay? So no one can sue me,ha ha!

Intro: Anyway, hi everyone! My name's Roxie and I hope you enjoy this fic even though, at first, it may seem pretty sad. It's my first attempt at a fan fic so spare me the flames. My forte is not originally stories because I'm a poet. I tried to incorporate my poetry somehow in this little piece. The first part is in Relena's point of view as she writes in her diary at night. Then next is in Heero's point of view as he writes in his journal the very same night. I guess that's all I need to say, hopefully you like it.

Etched in Stone

Chapter 1

Relena's Diary May 12, AC200

This room serves as my only existing sanctuary. The only witnesses to my storms of reality besides God Himself are these walls around me. I detest myself for who I was and who I have become. A mere doll to spark hope in the hearts of mankind, dressed to be a symbol of honor and peace." The Dove of Peace" they've dubbed me. If only I truly were a dove, to be born with freedom. To soar where ever I dreamed to soar. To be able to see the morning sun breaking loose from the darkness that held it back. My existence, it seems, is entirely opposite of that of a true dove. Irony follows my life like a shadow, showing its cruel smile whenever some light is shed on my path. How foolish I must have been to try and restore someone else's humanity when, slowly but surely, I was losing my own. No one to accompany me in my misery but the tears I shed nightly. They comfort me upon release but burn with an intensity I cannot bear. My heart is an empty shell. I long for something, anything to fill it again. My soul goes mad from the deafening sounds emitted from its depths. I give and give with nothing left in return for me. My smile is never sincere these days, My position has stripped all sincerity out of me. Those closest to me can't even tell the difference between life and death, for if they did, they would have seen this rotting corpse behind my painted face. I've been dead for quiet sometime now. Envy replaced the love and care I held for these people I dare call friends. All but one has given me reason to hate them and it’s the one person I could never bring myself to hate, Heero. I relate to his emotionless state in more ways then one. My last glimpse of hope lies in one question; could he be the one to revive me from the same existence I had once helped him out of? God only knows.

Heero's Journal 5-12-AC200

Four years have passed since the day I promised myself I would never take another human life again. My past is in constant battle with my regained humanity. This internal war rages on with a persistence I've never witnessed in any of the battles I've been in. Lately my human decency has been the victor allowing my self to rejoice and celebrate with the people I am glad to call friends. I, along with few others, have been invited to attend the very private wedding of Quatre Rabera Winner and Dorothy Catalonia. Among joyous moments like these I have felt something wrong as if all the joy isn't equally shared among our tight knit group of friends. Something was left out. I've barely begun to understand that it's not a something but a someone. It was hard to convince myself that what I saw was true but now there's no doubt in my mind. Relena, I have seen emptiness in her eyes. The eyes that saved me countless times during the war have grown cold and distant. I applaud her for how well she disguises it because it seems no one else can see the change. There is only one other place I remember seeing such an awful sight and that was in my very own eyes. How is it that the one who saved me from such an empty life can't save herself from the same fate? It seems she sacrificed her own life to make mine worth living. There needs to be a way I could help her escape. It pains me to look at her and know that what she is showing everyone is just a façade. Now I can't take it anymore! What should I do? What could I do to restore that zest for life that filled her waking mornings and restful nights? All I want to do is embrace her fragile body in hope that I could offer some warmth to melt the ice from her heart. She proclaimed peace for the whole world, but never for herself. After tomorrow's wedding ceremony is when I'll tell her I know of her secret. I'm not going to stand by as the light of my heart dims away.

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