Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.

Empty At the Sea

Quatre gazed out at the ocean, his empty violin case in his hand. The violin was being repaired and wouldn't be ready until that afternoon. That was all right. Lately it seemed like his music was as empty as that case. And so was his heart. He simply felt no joy in it, and he didn't know why. Even the soul of outer space couldn't explain it to him. He chuckled, remembering when he said that. It was only three years ago, but it felt like an eternity. When he looked back, it seemed so childish. But what pained him the most was that he couldn't remember what it meant.

Now he was all grown up, a man. He took care of his father's business, had all the money he needed, but it wasn't enough. Money could never buy happiness, he knew, but he wished there were some way he could get what he was after, whatever it was.

Perhaps it was loneliness that had overcome his happiness. He was always traveling, never having the time to make new friends, or see his old ones. He hadn't seen the Maguanacs for months, and he certainly hadn't seen the other pilots. He smiled sadly to himself. Thinking about them always made him miss Trowa. He missed him more than all of the others combined. But he didn't even know where to find him.

Quatre gazed down below. He could practically see his face in the clear water. He could see him there. He turned around. Trowa stood in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Quatre tried to say, but he was too surprised and happy to get the words out.

He didn't need to, for Trowa knew exactly what he wanted to say. "We're doing a show here tomorrow. We should be in town for a couple of days."

Quatre's eyes lit up. "Me too."

"That's nice," Trowa said nonchalantly.

Quatre held up his violin case. "I think it's time for me to go pick this up. Wanna come?"
"Sure." He put his arm around him and they walked off. Quatre glanced back at the sea. He didn't feel so empty anymore.