She's like the wind: Trowa's story
Story By: Moony
Song by: Patrick Swazye
Trowa stood on the sidelines of the circus waiting for his acting cue. His mask was firmly in place, his nerve hadn't failed him (It never did), and he was ready for his act. So much in his life had happened to cause such readiness, but the one thing that he remembered the most was her, the one girl who had seemingly befriended him and turned out to be the enemy herself. He didn't kill her like he should have… but Heero didn't kill Relena has he should have either. She still held his heart. She was the reason he wouldn't let anyone close to him… she belonged there.
She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me to moon light only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart she doesn't know what's she's done
Trowa had not heard a word about her since he last road away from her on his motorcycle so many years ago. He didn't know if she had lived through the Eve wars. He had always secretly admired her for what she did. He wished that he could have been doing something like that for a family at that time. He envied her, he envied her family. That was why he protected Cathrine how he did… by her example. She had always been better than him… Trowa made the one wish he had made since he last saw her… Trowa wished to see the woman he still loved…
I feel her breath in my face. Her body next to me
Can't look into her eyes, she out of my league
Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs
She's like the wind.
At the end of the day Trowa sat in his trailer looking down at his clown mask. He had always wondered if she came back if he would finally open up to people. Trowa wondered if she would ease his suffering. He stood up and shut the trunk where his clown costume lay. Trowa rubbed his face then headed over to his bathroom. He looked in the mirror, then turned away. When did he get so old and when did he begin dreaming of hopeless ideas? Trowa turned on the shower, happy with the noise it made. Even this silence to him seemed deafening.
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream.
Am I just fooling myself that she'll stop the pain?
Living without her I'd go insane
Trowa rubbed his wet hair with a towel. He pulled his hair back and looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He walked out of his tiny bathroom.
'I'll never see her again…' Trowa thought, knowingly. 'she's a drifter, never to stay in one place always having to do something for her family. I wish…'
Just a fool to believe...
She's like the wind