The sun rose early the next morning, much to Trowa and Quatre's dismay. They were both summoned to the waiting area, where a visitor was waiting. Quatre quickly put on his pants, followed by his shirt. He didn't bother with his shoes, they weren't required. Trowa followed suit and soon, they were off.

Quatre entered the room first, and much to his surprise, there was Heero.

"Heero!" he said. "You're here!"

"Yes," he responded, "I heard that Trowa was revived. I came to see…"

Trowa entered the room, forgetting what he looked like. Heero's eyes grew wide and his lower lip began to tremble. Trowa then realized what Heero was seeing, and tried to explain.

"Heero, it's Trowa, not Duo. They used Duo's body for me… it's ok, Heero, calm down."

"You… you… you're a, you're a freak!" yelled Heero.

"Heero, it's alright," said Quatre. "I know this seems a little weird and all…"

"How dare you take his body! That's his body! You have no right to use it as your own!"

"Heero…"

"Shut up, Quatre! I don't care how much you care about Trowa, he has no right to have that body! That's Duo's body!"

"But Heero…"

"I loved Duo more than anything!" yelled Heero. "He died without knowing that, and I'm not going to let you tarnish his memory like this!"

Heero pulled out a gun and aimed it at Trowa. Quatre froze, unsure of what to do. Heero was about to blow Trowa away, after all he'd been through.

"You don't deserve that body," said Heero. "It doesn't belong to you. Go join Duo in Hell!"

Heero fired the gun. Trowa fell to the ground, blood spurting upwards. Quatre let out a horrible scream, fringed with pain. He fell over Trowa's dying body, and clutched at his chest. Behind him, Heero collapsed on the floor, sobbing. The perfect soldier had finally let go of his emotions. Quatre looked into Trowa's eyes.

"Don't leave me, Trowa, not again. Please don't leave me, please don't leave me," he said, tears falling onto Trowa's face. "You can't, you can't! I love you, Trowa, I love you. Please don't go."

"I'm sorry, Quatre," he whispered. "I'm sorry it had to end like this, but it's better this way. Heero's right, you know. I shouldn't have this body."

"But Trowa, I…"

"I know, Quatre, I know. And I love you, I'll always love you. Love knows no boundaries. This has proven it. Remember that, Quatre, remember that. Remember it all."

Trowa coughed, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Quatre laid his head against his chest, feeling Trowa's presence one last time. Trowa reached out his hand, in search of Quatre's. Their hands intertwined, their last embrace. Quatre looked up and into Trowa's eyes for the last time.

"I love you, Trowa… forever."

Trowa smiled just before he died. His hand went limps in Quatre's, and his body grew cold. Quatre let out a wail that could make the dead roll over in their graves. His uncontrollable sobs could be heard throughout the building. Behind him, Heero had risen and moved closer to the fallen body. As Quatre buried his face once more, Heero kneeled beside him.

"Duo…" he whispered, looking down at the dead body. "I love you."

Heero closed his eyes, knowing that he was talking to the wrong person. That wasn't Duo before him, it was Trowa. Duo was gone, long gone. Heero looked up.

"I know you're up there somewhere, Duo, not in Hell," he said. "I never believed in God, but if he's real, you're up there making him laugh."

He smiled weakly.

"Take care of Trowa for Quatre. I'll be good for you, Duo, so that I can join you up there someday."

Quatre heard Heero's words between sobs. He looked up. Heero had changed. He was a human being now. Quatre smiled faintly. He understood what Heero did, and he accepted it.

"Thank you, Heero," he said quietly, "and I love you, Trowa. Forever is forever."