Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Please Believe Me When I Say
It was raining outside, but he did not seem to care. Hard drops of water splashed down upon his sodden head, but his eyes remained focused on the ground beneath him. His mind was transfixed on one thing and one thing only, Trowa.
Months had passed since he had last seen Trowa, and he wondered where he was. He would visit the circus in hopes that he might catch a glimpse of him, but in the end he was always disappointed.
His blonde hair seemed paled in rain and his eyes, once not long ago seemed to radiate with joy, now bared no emotion. His feet trailed on, but he had no real destination, nothing really mattered to him anymore.
He thought his life was perfect when Trowa was by his side, he felt that everything was in place. He thought Trowa was thinking the same thing, but then one day he just...left.
The sun beamed brightly onto the portico of Quatre's mansion. Trowa had seated himself along the banister and began to play the flute as Quatre admired him from afar. The soft melody of the music uplifted Quatre and filled his heart with passion.
He strode over to his lover and sighed as he admired his beauty.
Sensing Quatre's presence, Trowa opened his eyes and ceased playing. He lowered his instrument and gazed into Quatre's eyes.
"Oh please don't stop, that was so beautiful,"
Trowa stood and advanced closer to Quatre. Without saying any words he quickly leaned in and kissed the precious blonde boy.
The sound of the music now haunted Quatre constantly. Even in his sleep he cannot escape the memories that seem to tug at the broken pieces of his heart.
He has gotten thinner since he last saw his love. He had lost interest in eating as well as other basic needs. He no longer had the will to maintain himself, his cloths hung loosely off of his body and he allowed his hair to grow and become unkempt. This was not like him at all and it seemed like the true Quatre had left when Trowa did.
The rain had stopped and Quatre had no idea where his feet had lead him. He found himself in an unfamiliar town, but that did not seem to bother him.
His hands were cold and his hair was dripping when he noticed a small café on the corner of the street. He made his way towards it to get out of the cold.
The man at the cash register thought it was odd when Quatre made no attempt to make any eye contact as he ordered his coffee. Once he received his order, Quatre found a seat in the back of the café. He wrapped his fingers around the coffee mug and starred into its black depths. He had no intentions of drinking it, but it did provide his chilled fingers with warmth.
He paid no attention to the tall boy who entered the café a moment later. He seemed to be worn from life and he was eerily thin. He had emerald eyes, which would have seemed so beautiful, if they didn't have dark circles beneath them. His skin was gaunt and he appeared to be slightly quivering. There was something unhealthy about this boy, but he was fortunate that his bangs covered his sickly appearance.
The emerald eyed boy slid his hands into his pockets as he made his order. The sound of his soft voice woke something in Quatre. It made him look up.
His eyes filled with tears as he recognized the boy to be none other than Trowa. His lips quivered as he began to speak.
"Tro...Tro...Trowa?"
Hearing the sound of his name, Trowa's heart dropped as he turned to face the owner of the familiar voice.
As their eyes met, a sense of guilt plagued Trowa. It hurt him to see his former lover look so morbid. Forgetting about his order, Trowa forced himself towards a very stunned Quatre. He took the seat across from him and looked up into his eyes, the ones he was once so very fond of.
Trowa sensed what Quatre was going to say, so before he had the chance, he spoke up.
"Before you ask me, let me explain,"
-To be continued...
This is the product after a few days of my writers block...
