It was a cool, fall day. Red light from the setting sun raced across the ocean and through the widow of the house where Quatre now sat. He watched the sun slowly sink beneath the waves from the window seat and thought of Trowa. The house seemed so empty without him. Quatre thought of him, all alone on his mission. He had had to leave so suddenly, but had promised to return. Quatre glanced down at the neat stack of envelopes at his feet, which appeared to have been opened many times before. All were addressed in the same, slightly sloppy penmanship, all for Quatre. He now looked at newest envelope in his had and turned it over. Sliding his finger under the flap, he managed to open it without tearing it at all. Quatre removed the sheet of folded paper from the envelope and began to read it.
My dearest Quatre,
Not a minute passes that I do
not think about you and how I cannot wait to be with you again. This mission
has been hard, but the hardest thing is being so far from you. I await the day
when I can return to you and when this new war ends. Your letters are all that
have kept me going. I miss you so much, but every day that passes that I don't
see you and your smiling face, the more I love you.
All my love,
Trowa
The day that Trowa said that he must leave for Antarctica to work as a preventer was the saddest day of Quatre's life.
"Why you?" Quatre asked, tears welling up in his beautiful blue eyes.
"Quatre, please don't cry, I swear, I won't be gone long." Trowa hated to see Quatre cry; it was as if a knife was cutting right through his heart. He wanted to stay more than anything, but he had to go. Trowa lifted his hand and brushed away Quatre's tears. Quatre looked up at Trowa to see a reassuring smile and his happy green eyes, which were masking all of his pain. Quatre smiled too, and leaned forward, placing a small kiss on his lover's lips. Trowa, leaned forward, causing their lips to meet again.
"Please come back to me, Trowa" Quatre said, embracing Trowa and resting his head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Trowa" Quatre said, leaning his head against the window. The sun had set, and it had begun to rain. Quatre got up from his spot and walked outside. A single tear ran down his cheek, but was hidden by the rain.
To Be Continued