I met Trowa in front of the nearest mall. He was dressed in a long
trenchcoat as he put his hands in his pockets.
The trenchcoat hung long, even for such a tall man as Trowa.
"Hi Trowa."
"Hey Middie. So what did you have in mind for today?"
"Oh just a little bit of window shopping. If it's okay with you?"
"Oh don't worry about me. I needed a set of new gloves anyway." He was so friendly that day. It had always dawned on me that Trowa was quiet and collective but not today. He was happier. A little more energetic.
We entered the mall slowly as the snow continued to fall from the sky. I breathed out a long puff of white fire as I walked through the Mall doors. It was already dark but many people still crowded the stores in hopes to find the perfect gift before it was already sold out.
"So Middie, what did you want to say on the phone?"
"Nothing..."
"Please, tell me Middie. I know you're lying."
"Listen, Trowa...I don't know if I can tell you. I'm already ashamed of what I've done in the past."
"Middie, I don't care what happened in the past. The past was the past, can't you understand that? If you have a problem tell me."
The smell of cinnamon buns caressed the air with it's light and puffy smell. We were standing right in front of the Cinnabon store that occupied the mall.
"I think someone is going to kill me."
"What?"
"Look, I'm a thief okay! Ever since you left me. Left me because of a dirty mistake I brought you into. I needed some way of surviving! It isn't like I can get another job, I may have a degree in something but no one wants me. The occupations are all taken. I needed another way." With that, I felt tears coming down from my eyes as Trowa held me. I didn't deserve it, but I needed someone to do that as I hugged him back.
"It doesn't matter what you've done before. I'll help you find a job." He said it with the warmest face I had seen on him. I held my breath and continued to walk to streets of the mall.
We stopped for a break. He had bought his gloves and I had bought myself nothing. I didn't deserve it.
We sat infront of a video store to take a slight rest.
"In other news, a rebel force by the name of the Armagedon clan has taken over, former asia and many colonies up in space. Reports have clarified that they have no connections to those of Marimaia Barton or those of Oz. Officials from former Africa believe that their next target are the new colonies in space being built at the time being. Miss Relena Peacecraft is warning the clan to draw back, obviously fighting and conquering is wrong." The television sets mummbled from behind the shop window.
"Middie, I have to fight."
"No Trowa, you can't."
"Earth needs me."
"No they don't, we don't need anymore fighting around here. Relena is right, fighting is wrong."
"Middie, I have to."
"Trowa, the gundams have been burned. They have been destroyed you hear? You can't fight them with just the regular moblie suits!"
"Yes, yes I can."
"Trowa if you want you fight you can. But I won't stand by and watch you. Never." I walked a way from Trowa which I knew was a mistake the second I parted from him. Yet, I wouldn't watch the man I loved fight. No not ever.
The trenchcoat hung long, even for such a tall man as Trowa.
"Hi Trowa."
"Hey Middie. So what did you have in mind for today?"
"Oh just a little bit of window shopping. If it's okay with you?"
"Oh don't worry about me. I needed a set of new gloves anyway." He was so friendly that day. It had always dawned on me that Trowa was quiet and collective but not today. He was happier. A little more energetic.
We entered the mall slowly as the snow continued to fall from the sky. I breathed out a long puff of white fire as I walked through the Mall doors. It was already dark but many people still crowded the stores in hopes to find the perfect gift before it was already sold out.
"So Middie, what did you want to say on the phone?"
"Nothing..."
"Please, tell me Middie. I know you're lying."
"Listen, Trowa...I don't know if I can tell you. I'm already ashamed of what I've done in the past."
"Middie, I don't care what happened in the past. The past was the past, can't you understand that? If you have a problem tell me."
The smell of cinnamon buns caressed the air with it's light and puffy smell. We were standing right in front of the Cinnabon store that occupied the mall.
"I think someone is going to kill me."
"What?"
"Look, I'm a thief okay! Ever since you left me. Left me because of a dirty mistake I brought you into. I needed some way of surviving! It isn't like I can get another job, I may have a degree in something but no one wants me. The occupations are all taken. I needed another way." With that, I felt tears coming down from my eyes as Trowa held me. I didn't deserve it, but I needed someone to do that as I hugged him back.
"It doesn't matter what you've done before. I'll help you find a job." He said it with the warmest face I had seen on him. I held my breath and continued to walk to streets of the mall.
We stopped for a break. He had bought his gloves and I had bought myself nothing. I didn't deserve it.
We sat infront of a video store to take a slight rest.
"In other news, a rebel force by the name of the Armagedon clan has taken over, former asia and many colonies up in space. Reports have clarified that they have no connections to those of Marimaia Barton or those of Oz. Officials from former Africa believe that their next target are the new colonies in space being built at the time being. Miss Relena Peacecraft is warning the clan to draw back, obviously fighting and conquering is wrong." The television sets mummbled from behind the shop window.
"Middie, I have to fight."
"No Trowa, you can't."
"Earth needs me."
"No they don't, we don't need anymore fighting around here. Relena is right, fighting is wrong."
"Middie, I have to."
"Trowa, the gundams have been burned. They have been destroyed you hear? You can't fight them with just the regular moblie suits!"
"Yes, yes I can."
"Trowa if you want you fight you can. But I won't stand by and watch you. Never." I walked a way from Trowa which I knew was a mistake the second I parted from him. Yet, I wouldn't watch the man I loved fight. No not ever.