Chapter Two! Rating and disclaimer apply. R&R.
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His tall friend sat down on the bed near Quatre. "You didn't tell them why I'm here, did you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I need to know why you did what you did first."
"Oh."
"Quatre, why did you attempt suicide?"
Quatre only stared. The memories were coming back. The memories of his battles, of the innocent casualties. It made him sick. Then he thought of Trowa, how his green-eyed comrade had blown him off so many times. Quatre's eyes filled with tears.
"Quatre?"
The tears streamed down his cheeks. He fell into Trowa's chest and he felt the strong arms around him. Trowa's hand was petting Quatre's head. "It'll be okay," whispered Trowa, with such gentility that it surprised Quatre. "It'll be alright."
For what seemed like an eternity passed as the Heavyarms pilot held the small boy close, rocking back and forth. /Oh, if only you knew how much I loved you. I could tell you right now, but this isn't the time or
place./
Trowa noticed his friend's sobs increasing, and convulsions racking his body. /Why are you so upset, little one? Tell me what I can do for you!/
Slowly the shaking subsided. Although Trowa never wanted to let go, he pulled Quatre away and put his head on the pillow. Trowa sat back in the chair. /Why won't Quatre tell me what's bothering him?/
The confused youth looked back up at Quatre. He was sound asleep. His face was stained with tears, and his face was uncharacteristically pale and troubled. /What has happened to you, little one?/
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Trowa had woken up with the first sunlight. He glanced at the boy in the bed. Quatre was still asleep. Trowa bent over and put his hand on Quatre's face. It was soft. Trowa stayed in that position for a few moments longer, and then he put his hand back by his side. Quatre stirred, and woke up.
"Good morning."
"Trowa?" asked Quatre, recognizing the voice," You're here so early?"
"I slept here."
"Oh."
Minutes of silence passed, but then Trowa decided that he couldn't wait any longer.
"Why did you try to kill yourself, Quatre?"
The tears welled up in Quatre's eyes, but Trowa put his hand on the blonde Arabian's chin and turned his face toward his own. The emerald orbs were pleading, which surpised Quatre. *He's really worried.* Quatre somehow surpressed his tears and took a deep breath.
"I was really confused. It was the war, mostly. I didn't know if I was good or bad, I killed so many people. The stress, the chaos, it was overwhelming. I just couldn't take it.
"What was the other reason?" Trowa knew Quatre was leaving something out of his explanation.
"What do you mean?"
"You said it was mostly the war, so what was the other reason?"
"Oh... Well...I guess, I guess it was you."
"..." /Me? How could I have driven precious Quatre to this? What had I done?"
As if answering his thoughts, Quatre explained,"I didn't think you loved me."
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His tall friend sat down on the bed near Quatre. "You didn't tell them why I'm here, did you?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I need to know why you did what you did first."
"Oh."
"Quatre, why did you attempt suicide?"
Quatre only stared. The memories were coming back. The memories of his battles, of the innocent casualties. It made him sick. Then he thought of Trowa, how his green-eyed comrade had blown him off so many times. Quatre's eyes filled with tears.
"Quatre?"
The tears streamed down his cheeks. He fell into Trowa's chest and he felt the strong arms around him. Trowa's hand was petting Quatre's head. "It'll be okay," whispered Trowa, with such gentility that it surprised Quatre. "It'll be alright."
For what seemed like an eternity passed as the Heavyarms pilot held the small boy close, rocking back and forth. /Oh, if only you knew how much I loved you. I could tell you right now, but this isn't the time or
place./
Trowa noticed his friend's sobs increasing, and convulsions racking his body. /Why are you so upset, little one? Tell me what I can do for you!/
Slowly the shaking subsided. Although Trowa never wanted to let go, he pulled Quatre away and put his head on the pillow. Trowa sat back in the chair. /Why won't Quatre tell me what's bothering him?/
The confused youth looked back up at Quatre. He was sound asleep. His face was stained with tears, and his face was uncharacteristically pale and troubled. /What has happened to you, little one?/
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Trowa had woken up with the first sunlight. He glanced at the boy in the bed. Quatre was still asleep. Trowa bent over and put his hand on Quatre's face. It was soft. Trowa stayed in that position for a few moments longer, and then he put his hand back by his side. Quatre stirred, and woke up.
"Good morning."
"Trowa?" asked Quatre, recognizing the voice," You're here so early?"
"I slept here."
"Oh."
Minutes of silence passed, but then Trowa decided that he couldn't wait any longer.
"Why did you try to kill yourself, Quatre?"
The tears welled up in Quatre's eyes, but Trowa put his hand on the blonde Arabian's chin and turned his face toward his own. The emerald orbs were pleading, which surpised Quatre. *He's really worried.* Quatre somehow surpressed his tears and took a deep breath.
"I was really confused. It was the war, mostly. I didn't know if I was good or bad, I killed so many people. The stress, the chaos, it was overwhelming. I just couldn't take it.
"What was the other reason?" Trowa knew Quatre was leaving something out of his explanation.
"What do you mean?"
"You said it was mostly the war, so what was the other reason?"
"Oh... Well...I guess, I guess it was you."
"..." /Me? How could I have driven precious Quatre to this? What had I done?"
As if answering his thoughts, Quatre explained,"I didn't think you loved me."
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