Dec. 6th year A.C. 220
Trowa has already left us. And so have some of the other people that work here. But I want to stay with this circus until the end. Then the Manger walked up to me and gave me a big hug. His eyes watering with tears and said, "Catherine, I want you take the rest of the month off." I looked at him my own eyes are now tearing. "Manger! I can't! I want to stay here and work the holiday off!" "No, Catherine. Go stay with your friends or family." Then Trowa spoke from his hiding place and said, "Cathy, listen to him." With the odds against me I complied silently and walked off.
Later Trowa came to me again. "Cathy?" he asked. "Trowa?" I asked concerned at how low his voice was. "Quatre and I have to go to this party… and this year I'm alone. Will you come with me?" I thought a moment and then remembered. He always attended some kind of party each year. His wife at his side… until her death. Come to think of it. Quatre had married too and had an unfortunate accident with his family and so did Trowa. It was as if they were connected.
Here's how it started. Quatre and his wife, Vera, were keeping the military base from attacking the city and causing a riot. The soldiers got smart and used their new ammunition that explodes when it hits its target and almost kills instantly. Quatre was watching what was going on in front of him and wasn't watching his back. But Vera saw that the enemy take it to their advantage and shot at him. Vera dove in the way and took the shower of explosive bullets for Quatre. The soldiers were shocked that they had killed a person and left the scene. The soldiers thought if they used those bullets they would flee for their lives. But they were wrong. Vera sat there struggling to hold onto her life. Quatre kept trying to leave with her to get her to the hospital. She wouldn't let him take her there. Somehow she knew her life would end this time around. Quatre held her in his arms and sobbed until her death, as the story went.
When Aires and Gabe found out what happened to their mother. (Their eyes were clouded with rage) They accused their own father for her death. Vara being like her father knew he didn't do it. She slipped him a note before Gabe and Aires pulled her away. So for the last two years he's been in a big lonely mansion.
Trowa lost his wife, Cloud, to the same thing a few months later. She didn't let him take her to the hospital either. Vera and Cloud were close nothing could separate them. Until her death and then Cloud wanted to be with her best friend, but her only regret was leaving Trowa behind. We had a talk after Vera's death and she told me that she wanted to be with her. But she loved Trowa too much to leave him behind. As Cloud died in his arms (he never cried). He was only begging to understand his emotions and didn't understand crying. Then after her death he went silent only talking when he needed to. Kenji and Bakuryu taking after Quatre's kid's left, but never accused their father of killing her, like they did.
Now after agreeing to go I'm dressed in Relena's maid of honor dress. Relena, Heero, Hilde, and Duo got married on the same day and little me was the maid of honor. (Which was a year ago) I've tinkered with it a little. It just dips too low in the back. The dress was a deep, but beautiful, purple. It hugs every curve and flows just right when you spin. Its strapless and that's what I hate the most. Most people think it looks good on me so I'll wear it. There came a nock on my door. I opened it to find Quatre, his eyes almost popped out when he saw me and I turned a horrible shade of red. Once I was able to stop blushing I saw Trowa snickering in the background. That was a first in two years. They were wearing their Preventer uniforms. I don't know why, and I won't ask.
After Quatre caught on that he couldn't take his eyes off of me he turned red as a tomato. I wouldn't blame him. I was still mad at him for trying or almost killing Trowa. Everyone thinks I'm over it… wrong! Guess again. I've been polite to his face and then I cuss him out in my mind. I guess being a sister it's just one of those things that you can't let go. I'll write about the whole ball thing tomorrow.
Catherine Bloom