Trowa and Max were in the room listening to soft music. Max hummed lightly to this as she was rocked back and forth in Trowa' s arms. He kissed her neck and the back of her head lightly and Max could have sworn that either the ceiling had a leak(which was impossible because they were on the 1st floor) or Trowa' s tears had fallen on her.

Meg and Heero watched sappy, old movies and Heero held her all night long. He spoke to her sweetly in Japanese and she could understand the words through her sobs muffled by his shirt.

Duo and Kat were together, happily but sorrowfully kissing throughout the long night. The American's shirt was soon lost and he even took his braid out to reveal long, chestnut hair flowing down around them both.

Quatre and Mica did not stay in their room. The two snuck out the window to the pond/lake/swamp thing out back and went for a dip in the clothes they were wearing. They watched the sun rise together, knowing it would be the last one they'd share...for a while anyways. Then they crawled back into the room and laid on the bed. Quatre had his legs non-chalantly dangling off the end of the bed while Mica sat stroking his pale face, stained with tears.

When the girls woke up, they were alone. The four brave boys had left, not leaving a trace of their even existence.

Kat found herself on the couch Duo had left her on, head cocked on the headrest. She got up, ran to the bathroom and searched frantically for her Du-kun. When she couldn't find him she cried and locked the door of her room once filled with passion, now empty.

Meg awoke with a start to find a large, stuffed bunny in her grasp with a note. It read:

Meg,



You know I love you and I always will. Cherish the stuffie as if it was me and keep in

my place for now. I hope you realize I may never see you again, and if I die, I want you to keep living,

keep dreaming, and keep being who you are. Never forget me and our times together.

Always remember...

Love Heero

It was too much. Meg cradled the stuffed bunny and sobbed softly into it, smudging the ink on the letter. Heero had never done anything like this for anyone.

Max sat up urgently trying to gather her thoughts about the night before. She remembered the songs, the tears, kissing, and Trowa. How she longed for her Tro-chan. She turned on the radio slowly and heard the song they danced to the previous night. She brokenly sung the song through sobs and tears and flopped back on the bed.

Mica woke up in terror. It was no nightmare. He was gone; even after he said he would never leave her.

The next week these girls did not attend classes nor did they speak to anyone. They tried to be happy, but just couldn't bear the thought of enjoying themselves without their soul mates.

This is when the bad news came.

Quatre was dead. Trowa had written the tear-spotted letter with his steady hand and Max knew it right off the bat. Max had feared the worst when she saw the letter lined in black symbolizing someone's death. She tore it open then and there and read it over a few times. Max felt a little dizzy so she sat down and quietly called down Kat and Meg.

"How in hell are we going to break this to Mica?"

Meg and Kat were still in shock about the death of their blonde, innocent friend. Innocent. What did it really mean? Apparently to the sick OZ team and the soldiers who killed him, nothing.

They decided to just ease her into the fact that she wouldnt see him again. They even sympathized by saying that they may not either and she understood. She thought that they were just being like this to her because she had been the most miserable. But she was wrong, and one horrible day she found out.

Mica was filing some of the tax returns on the heat and hydro and things when she needed a piece of scrap paper for some long division. pushing her reading glasses to her nose she opened the drawer. As she went through Kat's many drawings and stories looking for a sheet of blank paper, she came upon a mysterious letter. The envelope was lined in black, but she figured it was just one of Kat's "effects" on her story. However, being the curious person she is, opened the letter suspiciously, making sure nobody was around. She recognized Trowa' s writing at once and she began to become somewhat alarmed. A death letter from Trowa? She thought of the way the others had been treating her lately and her eyes grew wide with fear. "Naw, couldn't be" she told herself silently, knowing how much of an excellent pilot Quatre was.



She continued to read the letter. Meg and Kat walked into the cabin a few moments later all perky and laughing. The looked up to find Mica reading the horror-filled letter. "NO! MICA, WAIT!" Meg screamed, but it was too late. Mica looked up, her eyes bubbling with tears, dropped the letter and fell to the ground with a thud loud enough to bring Max out.

"Oh no"