Pushing him on the swing, listening to him laugh in joy. The warm sun glints off his beautiful blond hair. To think a simple toy could bring such a bright smile to his face. It's times like these I love. Quiet days spent freely, without any worries or cares. I ignore the stares of the people around us; they could never understand. It's only his gaze I long for and care about, so let them stare at the two boys playing together.
"Higher, Trowa! Higher!" he calls out, like a child, and I push harder, because I would do anything he asked. There's a smile on my face too. His shouts of happiness are like music to my ears, more beautiful than any instrument could ever play. His brilliant blue eyes glitter more brightly than any star in the sky. My arms are tired, but he's enjoying the ride, so I won't stop. As long as those eyes continue to shimmer, it's well worth the exhaustion. I'll never stop pushing for him. As long as I live, and as long as he wants me, I will keep on pushing, and fighting for, and loving Quatre.
"Higher, Trowa! Higher!" he calls out, like a child, and I push harder, because I would do anything he asked. There's a smile on my face too. His shouts of happiness are like music to my ears, more beautiful than any instrument could ever play. His brilliant blue eyes glitter more brightly than any star in the sky. My arms are tired, but he's enjoying the ride, so I won't stop. As long as those eyes continue to shimmer, it's well worth the exhaustion. I'll never stop pushing for him. As long as I live, and as long as he wants me, I will keep on pushing, and fighting for, and loving Quatre.