Epilogue
Quatre stood nervously in front of the mirror, adjusting the tassel on his cap. It was almost time to line up, and he couldn't be late for his own graduation.
"It's fine, you look great. Now stop fidgeting and get your butt out there, or we'll be late." Quatre looked up to see Trowa standing there behind him, also in his cap and gown.
"You think so? Let's GO! We're graduating!" Quatre let Trowa lead him out of door. They had been together since the year before when everything had come to a fearful climax. Now Quatre was happy, the nightmares hadn't gone away, but they weren't as bad as they once were. Quatre had severed ties with his father, and now was living off of his own money that he had in trust funds his father couldn't touch. And Iria was sitting out in the amphitheater waiting to see her brother receive his diploma.
They lined up with the rest of their class, and walked down the steps of the amphitheater to the familiar strains of Pomp and Circumstance. They sat through the speeches, got their diplomas, and they were done, truly done. Soon, in the fall they would be off to college in New York, leaving their pasts behind them, only bringing their memories, and each other to the bright futures that lay ahead