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"A New Day Has Come" is by Celine Dion

            The boy turned in his thick satin sheets. Dreams as soft as his lover's touch caressed his mind's eye. For once in his whole life, he felt like he belonged there, legs twisted amidst the assorted pillows and comforting sheets. The sun peaked through a nearby window, bringing a trail of heavenly light, breathing life into whatever touched it. It settled on the boy's cheek, and slowly, he stirred. A new day has come.

I was waiting for so long

For a miracle to come

Everyone told me to be strong

Hold on, and don't shed a tear

Through the darkness and good times

I knew I'd make it through

And the world thought I'd had it all

But I was waiting for you.

            Quatre propped himself against a tall oaken bedpost behind him, and disentangled himself from the sheets. He gazed slowly about the room, eyeing the beautiful paintings and neatly arranged area that was his room. He reached over slowly, to where his sleeping companion would be, but found the sheets flat with emptiness. Slowly, he rose from his bed, and wrapped a soft robe around his slim frame. Quatre found his way to the window, and sleepily dragged the curtains away from the glass. Glancing at his lawn, and finding it empty, he made his way towards the door. A flash of silver caught his eye, and a note next to it. Quatre picked up the softly forged pendant of an angel and balanced it against his fingertips. With his free hand, he picked up the note, and began to read.

            My Dearest Quatre,

Thank you for coming to me when no one else would.

Thank you for embracing me when no touch could awaken me.

Thank you for being there when I could trust no other.

You've made my life on this earth greater than any other could.

I've gone to pay respects to him. You can come if you want.

            Love,

            Trowa

            Quatre didn't even hesitate. The letter fell slowly to the desktop, and the door slowly fell closed.

Hush now I see a light in the sky

Oh it's almost blinding me

I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears

Let if fill my soul and drown my fears

Let it shatter the walls for a new sun

A new day has come

            Trowa Barton stood in the vast cemetery, wrapped in a thick overcoat and his simple turtleneck and jeans. He moved the scarf out from in front of his face as the snow began to fall. The scarf that his Quatre gave him for his birthday. A bundle of roses were clutched in his arms. He knelt before the tall tombstone.

Here Lies Trowa Barton

Who died for What He Believed In

            Trowa couldn't suppress a grin at that statement. He stood over the grave, and dropped the roses onto the top one by one. "Thank you, Trowa Barton. You don't know my name. I never had one. That's why I took your name that day. I'd like to think I made you a better person…and I'd like to think you made me a better person. This is my gift to you, Trowa Barton, for giving me new life." The last red rose remained in Trowa's hand, and he picked off the petals one by one, and scattered them to the winds. Trowa felt his presence, and reached into his overcoat pocket.

When it was dark now there's light

When there was pain now there's joy

Where there was weakness I found strength

All in the eyes of a boy

Hush now I see a light in the sky

Oh it's almost blinding me

I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears

Let if fill my soul and drown my fears

Let it shatter the walls for a new sun

A new day has come

            Quatre reached tentatively for Trowa's shoulder, but Trowa turned almost instantly, as though sensing him. He found his hand cupped in Trowa's, and when Trowa released him, a single white rose bud remained. Quatre felt his eyes water as Trowa's hands rested on his cheeks.

            Quatre lost himself in Trowa's emerald pools as the older boy cleared his throat, "Quatre…words can't express how I feel at this moment. That man, Trowa Barton died, and I took his name. I fought his war, but on a different front. I became a soldier again. Then I met you. I guess I'm trying to say…thanks."

            Quatre smiled and locked arms with Trowa, and wordlessly, they walked out of the cemetery.

Hush now I see a light in your eyes

All in the eyes of a boy

I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love

Hush now

A new day has come