.: You :.
By: Ember
AN
: Hiya minna! How is you? That be good. ^.^V Welpers, I found this story in the back of one of my fiction binders (yeah, I write that many…but finishing them is an entirely different story!) and that it was incredibly sappy, and that SOMEONE might like to read it. 3+4 Mush, and TONS of it.Italics = Trowa's POV
You learn thing about life when you watch people.
People that bend down to get things off the ground; a nickel, a quarter, usually have low self-esteem.
They don't know how to keep their heads up.
Either that or they're incredibly cheap.
You watch people a lot when you're alone.
One isn't such a lonely number; you get to do what you want. And if you do something stupid, no one's there to tease you about it. No one is there to laugh with; no one is there to make you smile when you feel down.
You ARE alone, in a sense, afraid.
Afraid that you'll be stuck like that forever. With no life, no friends, and have an eternal struggle to be yourself around people who want you to be different. You fall into the wrong crowd, and you don't know where you went wrong.
So what if you die, you think, no one would miss you. Because you are a no one. Someone that if they lay in the middle of the street, no one would stop.
And you wouldn't care.
People don't stop for nobodies; they only stop for someone who matters.
Unless you have the heart of an angel, of a golden god that would smile down on you and say happily,
"Silly Trowa, of course I love you!"
And Quatre, that's what you are. My Angel of Gold, who makes me somebody, just by being you.
If I need to be myself, you understand.
I've never been so talkative like you, or sunny, or happy, or in awe of the world around me. I'm more in awe of the fact that you're mine and I'm yours.
Why do you want me? Sometimes I'll ask myself this, and stop myself when I get to the answer I'm afraid to hear. I know you love me, and can feel it as if you poured it into me every hour and a half. You are like a steady drug of life, which I need to be able to live. Why do I care so much about who I am, or what goes on around me, what I have you by my side?
Even if I never speak it, I do care. I care when Heero ignores Duo and sends the poor boy into hysterics. I do care when I see Wufei alone on the couch, watching TV. I care when I see someone crying, when I see a funeral, when I see a sad movie.
I care more that I'll ever let on.
You taught me to care Quatre, you taught me to care about what people feel. I understand how cold and distant I seem, but I see you and KNOW that the day I stop caring, is the day you're gone from this earth.
Even if you die Quatre, I'll remember what you did in your life and how far along I've come. From the day I saw the real Trowa Barton die, to the present, I'll remember you like a steady stream of water. You've done so much for the world the world around you, that I don't think I'll ever forget it.
No one will…I'll make sure of that…
Trowa reaches over and takes Quatre's hand, eyes never leaving the road. The blonde smiles at him and squeezes his hand, an action Trowa catches out of the corner of his eye.
"Whatcha thinking about Trowa?" the boy asks shyly, yawning.
Trowa pulls the sleepy blond to his shoulder and kisses the top of his head.
"You."
And now I know that if he dies today, I'll still be here. That's the precious strength you're given me, love. I have your love to fly on, to remember and to cherish. And I'll never leave you alone until the world stops spinning, and the sun falls from the sky…
SAAAAAAAAAP!
*giggles*
Hope is was somewhat decent!
Owari,
~Ember