I dunno why but I get a bad feeling every time I tell this story. Maybe it's the story itself, but what it represents...

It all started about 4 years ago. Daddy, Herro, and Quatre walked in the door, something was wrong I could tell be the looks on there faces. I was only 12 at the time, but I KNEW something had gone all to wrong this time.
"Daddy? What happen..."
He looked at me his normally bright eyes dull, and down cast he sat across from me and took one of my hands.
"Carrie... Trowa. He's sick and we don't know if he'll be getting better any time soon."
I looked at him dumb struck, I had known he was sick for some time. But he had made me promise not to tell.
"Dad, is Trowa going to die?"
He looked at me surprised then he turned away and looked to the other ex-gundam pilots for help. I knew then the answer, the tumor in his right lung had spread. I had to get out of there, my heart seemed to tighten and stop. With out a word I walked out of the room, my book slipped out of my hand as I walked out of the door. I heard some body call my name, I started to run. I ran past Wufei and his wife Sally, I ran past the other kids, everything was a blur.

Trowa was going to die...