Chapter 15- Epilogue
In the room where Quatre and Leah lay, Heero sat with his head bent, his eyes closed in prayer. They had been gone for too long, and he was starting to think, to believe, that they wouldn't be coming back. A loud, gasping breath drew his attention, and he looked up, hope suddenly flooding his soul, as he realized that maybe they had returned, had escaped their dream world- only to have these hopes dashed as the heart monitor Relena had rigged up to Leah let out a long, piercing, endless beep.
Heero just stared at the flat line, urging it to zigzag again, hoping for it to zigzag again, begging it to mark a sign of life. But there was none. He dissolved into quiet sobs, and folded Leah's hands over her chest, closing her eyes. He looked over at Quatre, hoping the same fate hadn't befallen him. He kept his eyes on the blond, not looking away, not chancing that, for a second, Quatre might come back and he'd miss his chance to hold him there, to keep him in the real world.
As he kept his vigil, twin slices appeared on the blond's wrists. Heero jumped out of his chair and crossed over to the bed, ripping a bandage as he went. No way was Quatre going to die this painfully, by slowly bleeding to death. But, like the gun wound Leah had suffered earlier, he couldn't get at them. It was a wound of dreams, of thoughts, and couldn't be touched in the real world. then Quatre's eyes opened and he looked at Heero, a straight, piercing look. Heero looked into those eyes and saw everything the Arabian had gone through, saw the dungeon, saw the chains. He saw the bloodstained switchblade Quatre carried lying on the floor. He saw the blood dripping from the cut wrists. He even saw into Quatre's soul, and saw the pain and the agony he had gone through. he saw the love Quatre had held for Heero's cousin. He saw the refusal Quatre felt, the refusal to betray she whom he loved. He saw the writing, written with Quatre's own blood, on the dungeon wall, saw Quatre writing it at the same precise moment he was lying with eyes open in the real world.
"Cast your eyes to the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember-"
Quatre opened his mouth and in his last breath, finished the song of a whispered, wavering note. "Me." The figure in the dream dungeon slumped to the floor, the blood covered hand trailing down the wall, leaving a smear of blood. His eyes slid shut. His heart monitor flat-lined. And he went to join his angel.
In the room where Quatre and Leah lay, Heero sat with his head bent, his eyes closed in prayer. They had been gone for too long, and he was starting to think, to believe, that they wouldn't be coming back. A loud, gasping breath drew his attention, and he looked up, hope suddenly flooding his soul, as he realized that maybe they had returned, had escaped their dream world- only to have these hopes dashed as the heart monitor Relena had rigged up to Leah let out a long, piercing, endless beep.
Heero just stared at the flat line, urging it to zigzag again, hoping for it to zigzag again, begging it to mark a sign of life. But there was none. He dissolved into quiet sobs, and folded Leah's hands over her chest, closing her eyes. He looked over at Quatre, hoping the same fate hadn't befallen him. He kept his eyes on the blond, not looking away, not chancing that, for a second, Quatre might come back and he'd miss his chance to hold him there, to keep him in the real world.
As he kept his vigil, twin slices appeared on the blond's wrists. Heero jumped out of his chair and crossed over to the bed, ripping a bandage as he went. No way was Quatre going to die this painfully, by slowly bleeding to death. But, like the gun wound Leah had suffered earlier, he couldn't get at them. It was a wound of dreams, of thoughts, and couldn't be touched in the real world. then Quatre's eyes opened and he looked at Heero, a straight, piercing look. Heero looked into those eyes and saw everything the Arabian had gone through, saw the dungeon, saw the chains. He saw the bloodstained switchblade Quatre carried lying on the floor. He saw the blood dripping from the cut wrists. He even saw into Quatre's soul, and saw the pain and the agony he had gone through. he saw the love Quatre had held for Heero's cousin. He saw the refusal Quatre felt, the refusal to betray she whom he loved. He saw the writing, written with Quatre's own blood, on the dungeon wall, saw Quatre writing it at the same precise moment he was lying with eyes open in the real world.
"Cast your eyes to the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember-"
Quatre opened his mouth and in his last breath, finished the song of a whispered, wavering note. "Me." The figure in the dream dungeon slumped to the floor, the blood covered hand trailing down the wall, leaving a smear of blood. His eyes slid shut. His heart monitor flat-lined. And he went to join his angel.