Chapter 1

"Destiny, why won't you give the poor guy a chance? I don't know what he did, but I can tell you that I do
know how sorry he is! The poor guy looked about ready to commit suicide – oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I
shouldn't joke about things like that! Not after what you've gone – " Kumiko fumbled nervously.

"I want to be alone," when her friend didn't make a move to leave, she couldn't take it any more, "Fine! If
you won't leave, then I will," but her friend blocked the door.

"Destiny, please, I'm sorry," she was rewarded with a punch in the jaw. Tears immediately glimmered in
her eyes as she remembered a similar scene with Trowa. She had to get out of there. Fast.

As she hopped into her Seabring once again, she began sobbing. It was happening again. Everything. She
had the sudden urge to once again pull something sharp out and watch the blood flow, to end her life. To
just go hide and kill herself. "Damn it! That won't get me anywhere," she remember the words of her
counselor from after her first attempt, and decided that was where she need to go. She knew that if she
stayed alone, the urge would become too powerful, and she would just do it again. She still knew what he
would say, though. He would tell her to talk to him, to confront her past. She wanted to – she really did.
The problem was that she just couldn't bring herself to actually do it. She realized as she pulled into the
parking lot of her counselor's office. She still loved him. She loved him with her whole being. Instead of
getting out, she pulled back out and made her decision. She would wait and se. See if he really loved her
back. She would take it back, but he had to prove himself first. Before she did that though, she had to
apologize to Kumiko.

"Are you going to hit me again?" Kumiko questioned warily, backing away from Destiny. "My jaw is
already swollen from the first punch!"

"Kumiko, I am so sorry. I know this won't sound like a good excuse, but I really didn't know what I was
doing," her head bent down, "All I can do is ask if you still want to know why I tried to commit suicide a
while back."

"Oh Destiny, I'm not mad at you! You are my best friend in the world, and I would feel so honored if you
would tell me!" Destiny smiled and nodded.

"Thank you. Do you remember the man that came here earlier?" When Kumiko nodded she continued,
"His name is Trowa Barton."

"You mean the Trowa Barton?" Kumiko gasped. "I just let you throw the Trowa Barton out of our house?
OHHHH No!"

"Anyway, I met him through a friend named Relena Dorlin," when her friend gasped once again, she just
glared, "Let me finish! Anyway, I eventually fell in love with him. Relena and her boyfriend, Heero –
don't even – told me to tell him, so I did. But I didn't get the response everyone – and I mean everyone –
thought I would get. He told me he didn't love me, so I ran away. The only problem is that he followed
me and tried to act like he cared about me. I got off, not realizing that I was in such a bad part of town.
Some guy jumped me from behind and dragged me into an ally. As he was trying to tear off my cloths –"
she broke off with a choked sob.

"Oh, you don't have to keep going! It is hurting you too much!"

"Yes, I do. I have to face my demons. All I remember after that was Trowa picking me up while I
mumbled some sort of protests. Then everything went black. The next day I woke up at his house. He told
me that he had had my car brought over, but to please hear him out before I left. I couldn't take it," she
sighed.

"So what did you do?"

"I punched him and ran off, sort of like with you. There are only two differences between the instances. I
punched him much harder, and I didn't come back once I left. So I came here, hoping to forget everyone
there, and you know the rest of the story." Destiny looked completely defeated. Kumiko had never seen
her friend more so, in fact. Not even when the woman had tried to kill herself. "So, what should I do,
Kumiko? Should I forgive him? Listen to his story? Wait and see – make him sweat a little?"

"Well, to be honest, I think you should listen to him –"

"I was afraid of that."

"I'm not finished! After you've heard him out, if you think he is for real, you can make him sweat a little."

Destiny perked up at the suggestion; "I love it! Did Trowa leave his number?"

"Yep. It's on the table in the hallway. Why don't you invite him over to explain over dinner tonight? I'm
having my boyfriend over."

"Thanks sooo much!" Destiny hugged her best friend.