Chapter 3

Both stared at each other, neither knowing how to break the silence, so Trowa turned around - and looked straight at a painting of a woman. One side of her face was shining happily, while the other was bloody and crying. He didn't know what, or why, but something about the painting struck a chord in his heart? He turned around to find Destiny gone. He saw a glimpse of movement in the kitchen and walked in. She stood at the counter chopping tomatoes and tossing them into the salad bowl beside her. At that moment he wished more than anything to come home to her making his dinner every night did. "Destiny? Where did you get that painting in the living room?" he was shocked at her quick response.

"It's nothing. Would you mind setting the table?" he could hear the quiver in her voice, and, why wasn't she turning around? Destiny hoped her didn't notice it was she in the painting.

Trowa wouldn't give up so easily, "Sure, but not until you tell me where you got that painting. I want to see if I can get a painting with half of the face as a clown."

"You can't buy it. I painted it. The dishes are in the cabinet to the right."

"You painted that? Who is it? And when did you start painting?" as he set two plates on the table and returned.

"I started painting when I came here," she didn't answer his other question. She couldn't bring herself to. Strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around he waist and she gasped, "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"You didn't answer my other question. Who is it, Destiny? It's you, isn't it? It's about your life before and after you met me, isn't it?" his answer was in the form of a struggle.

"And so what if it is? Now let go of me this instant!" he did the opposite and pulled her up against him.

"I am so sorry Destiny. I wish I could go back in time and change that night," he whispered in her ear, then turned her around, "I love you Destiny. With all my heart and soul," she began violently sobbing into his shirt, and he hugged her until she was done. She looked up at him, wiping her eyes. He was a good four inches taller then her.

"Then why did you say you didn't back at the party four years ago? Do you know how depressed I became? I - I tried committing suicide because of you, damn it!" She screeched. Trowa didn't know how to react. Destiny had always been so strong. Why would she let a meaningless waste of space like him reduce her to such an act?

"I don't deserve a woman like you, Destiny. I'm meaningless. A waste of air."

"Stop talking like that! I love you just as you are. You could never be meaningless. I - I've realized through these past years that my life isn't complete without you," she reached onto the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek, "You're the other part of my soul."
****Cliffhanger!****