"Waiting for sunrise"

On that night, I couldn't do anything. I was helpless. My love was all over the place, and I

watched as he died. I held him in my arms and cried over his almost still body, and waited for an

ambulance to come, but knew that it wouldn't, I hadn't called. There was no phone around, and there was

nothing more that I could do, but keep him calm and hope somebody would come by in a car. I tried to

remain brave, and keep him company telling him everything was going to be ok. Telling him he would

see the new day, he would see the new sun again, and he would see it forever until he grew old. So old he

would be over 100 years. But in my heart, I knew that he would not see the new sun, and it depressed me

that I could do nothing. So after a while I took him in my arms and holding him tightly , walked off down

the road. Each moment was precious. Each moment was dear. His blood dripped like rain on the

pavement of the road, and still I walked on. "Don't leave me, I love you so much, just a little longer, hold

on." But the words did not seem to reach him. At one point he told me to sit him down , that there was

nothing more that I could do , and that he knew he was going to die. All he wanted to do was too see the

new sun that I promised him. So I sat him down somewhere along the road, and held him in my arms

pointing his body toward the east. The sun started to come up , and I kept my eyes on him, I did not want

to let him go. After looking at the sun , he looked back at me and smiled. "Thanks love, thanks for

everything . Heero...see you in the afterlife" He tried to laugh with that comment but it came out as

choking instead. " Don't go I can't live without you. How can I live without you?" But I never got an

answer to that question. The last of the his blood had flowed from his body , and he was still and left with

no life. I sat there and cried the hole day , he blood caked on my clothes. Around midnight somebody had

stopped on the road and convinced me to get up, he said he would take us home. I climbed in the car, and

cried all the way home. I didn't seem to stop crying for months. Life drifted away from me each and

everyday. And my health began to fail, for years after I walked that road, the road on which he died and

then I would sit in the exact place were he died and had said his last words to me. I will never forget my

love and my only hope, Quatre.

AN: I don't own Gundam, and I lay no claim to it.

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