A/N: This story was stuck in my head for the past few days. I was inspired by James Morrison's Pieces Don't Fit Anymore.

Disclaimer: Don't own GW :( I don't own the song title either.

The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

"I'm in love with someone else."

"What?"

He had just stood there, feet rooted to the carpeted floor, staring at his brunette lover's back who was in turn staring out the window. He felt a throbbing pain pounding through his chest, his eyes stinging. He couldn't believe his ears. Had he heard correctly?

"I said I'm in love with someone else." His lover had finally turned to face him, but the brunette found himself not being able to look at the other fully in the eye.

"I heard you," he snapped. Letting out an irritated sigh, he lifted a hand to run through his blond locks. "Is it Alex?"

"How'd you... yes. I will be leaving the colony with him tonight. I packed what I needed."

The blond stared sadly at the man in front of him and opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to say. He was too heartbroken to speak. What could he say? What could he say to the man he was supposed to marry in less than an hour? His heart was slowly breaking into pieces while fighting back the tears that threatened to pour any second. He wanted to be angry with him, to hug him, hit him, kiss him, to just run away from this bloody room. Instead, he closed his eyes and let out another sigh. "I see," he finally let out.

"I'm sorry, Quatre," the brunette started.

"Trowa, don't."

"I'm sorry for telling you this now," Trowa continued as if he hadn't heard the other. "but I can't do this... us.. anymore. You and I both know that. I don't know how... why we ever let it continue."

"That's easy, I love you," the blond whispered.

The brunette finally looked at those blue eyes he once fell in love with long ago and grimaced slightly. He needed to do this. He couldn't drag on their broken relationship any longer. He and Quatre had fallen in love long ago, but their careers had driven a wedge of distance between the two. Their relationship had unknowingly fallen into a routine, arguments, and business trips. He hadn't realized that their love and passion for each other had faded away until he met Alex. As soon as he saw Alex in the Preventer's headquarters, he was instantly attracted to the other man. He was funny, sexy, outspoken, and didn't have much responsibilities, unlike Quatre. One meeting with the dark haired man led to another, and he found himself kissing the other in his office. His guilt had eventually weighed his decision into accepting Quatre's proposal.

After Quatre's proposal, he had honestly tried to give the relationship his all. But there was no use in trying, the pieces of their relationship didn't fit anymore. He began to see more of Alex and had fallen in love with his carefree nature. This time, he hadn't felt so guilty about kissing the other man.

"Quatre, I still care for you. But I just.. don't love you that way anymore. We both know that our relationship isn't working anymore. We rarely see each other, for God's sake, what with our jobs requiring us to travel often. It's not fair to me, nor you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this sooner."

"Yeah.. I'm sorry that it took you to fall in love with someone else to realize that." He tore his eyes from the other and looked determinedly at the floor. He will not cry. He knew this was coming. He saw it coming miles away, but chose to ignore it. He believed that if he feigned ignorance, everything would be okay. That Trowa would forget about the other man and come back to him.

Yes, he knew about Alex. He had found out about the other man accidentally when he visited the Preventer's headquarters. He had come home early from a business trip and wanted to spend time with the brunette for their third year anniversary. He reserved a table for two at a nearby restaurant, and decided to pick up his lover at his office hoping to surprise Trowa. Instead, he was the one caught in a surprise, and not a great one at that. There in the office he had found Trowa pinning another man against the wall. It had hurt him to watch his lover touching and rubbing up against someone else so passionately. Trowa had never been that way with him for months now. It seemed as if Trowa had avoided being intimate with him.

After registering the scene he had almost interrupted, he quickly walked out of the building into his car. He admitted that he knew the spark and chemistry was dying in his and Trowa's relationship, but he was trying to save what was left of it despite the responsibilities he had that his deceased father roughly forced into his hands. He loved Trowa so much he would do anything for him. At that moment, he questioned whether Trowa loved him as well. If he had asked himself this very same question a few years back, he wouldn't hesitate to say that Trowa indeed loved him. But now, he didn't know the answer to that, and it scared him.

That very same night, he had proposed to Trowa. He convinced himself to believe that if Trowa said yes, he still loved him and wanted to be with him. If not, then he would accept that he and Trowa really were over. Trowa surprisingly said yes. Quatre had pushed the doubt in the back of his mind and felt elated. Now, standing before the man he loved, the doubt finally reared its ugly head and forced him to face reality.

"Quatre, please understand.." the brunette said softly, breaking the blond's reverie.

"Understand what? That you don't love me anymore? You're leaving the wedding that we're supposed to be in less than an hour because you're in love with someone else, and you expect me to understand that?" He thought bitterly.

"Say something," the brunette took a step forward and placed a hand on the blond's shoulder.

Quatre lifted his gaze toward the brunette's green eyes. He felt his eyes brimming with tears once again. He couldn't fight Fate anymore. If they weren't meant to be, then it was best that he let Trowa go. He should have seen the signs long ago, long before Alex, that Trowa was falling out of love with him, yet he wanted to be selfish and keep Trowa. However much he loved the other man, he needed to do what made Trowa happy. And that was to be with Alex. He'd rather see Trowa happy with someone else than trap him in a miserable, dying relationship.

Raising his hands to rest on Trowa's chest, Quatre lifted himself and placed his lips on the brunette's mouth. The brunette hesitantly responded and moved his mouth against the blond's. It had been too long since they kissed like this. It was simple and meaningful. It wasn't like the kisses in the past year, where everything felt forced. It didn't take long before Quatre broke away and gave Trowa a small, sad smile.

"I hope he makes you happy," he choked out in a whisper.

"He does.." the brunette nodded before looking down at the blond's face. He looked exhausted and defeated. Quatre was unusually calm and the relationship that both men had trapped themselves in was coming to an end. So why was he getting that gnawing feeling in his gut? Shouldn't he be feeling relieved that they were breaking it off cleanly? The brunette turned back to face the window. This wasn't feeling right.

"Well, you better get going. The wedding is going to start soon, and I rather you be gone before the chaos starts. I'll take care of everything," the blond said as he made his way towards the door.

"Goodbye, Quatre. And.. thanks for understanding," the brunette said quietly before turning to face the door. Quatre was nowhere to be found, he had already gone. He felt his throat tighten. He couldn't take his words back. He couldn't regret this. Not now, not ever. It didn't matter, it was time to part ways. He just had to move on. Lifting his right hand to his left, he touched the gold band that hugged his ring finger close, and twisted it off. Placing it on the windowsill, he left the room, left the colony, and left the one who loved him more than the brunette knew.

A/N: I don't know if I should keep this as a one-shot, or keep it going. Please let me know!