Heero sat huddled up on the couch, his knees tucked under his chin and his
arms wrapped around himself. He felt numb. Trowa had finally left him.
Deep in his heart Heero had always known that it wasn't meant to be. He had always had doubts that Trowa was as gay as he claimed to be. Heero had seen how the girls all threw themselves at Trowa, and had noticed how Trowa always seemed to welcome their advances. Especially that pretty girl who was his friend from the circus.
Heero also knew that it couldn't have lasted forever. True, they were so happy when they were getting on well, but as soon as an argument flared up Trowa became too defensive causing Heero to lay into him more. And they never seemed to talk these days.
Heero looked around. The apartment seemed so empty. Trowa had taken all of his possessions with him when he left. There were marks on the shelves where he had removed objects that had stood there for so long that dust covered them.
He jumped when the phone rang. He threw himself at it, nearly knocking it off the table. He fumbled with it and put it to his ear.
"Trowa?" He asked.
"Hey Trowa, I need to speak to Heero." Said a strangely familiar voice.
"Huh?" Heero asked. "Why do you think I'm Trowa?"
"Because I know Trowa lives there, and you also said that your name was Trowa when you picked p the phone."
"No." Heero sat back and rubbed his face. "I was asking if you were Trowa. I'm Heero."
"Hey Heero!" The person said warmly. "How are you?"
"Um.not bad." Heero felt very confused. "Who is this?"
"Don't you recognise my voice?" The person laughed. "It's me. Duo!"
Heero could barely manage a smile, even though this was the first time he had spoken to Duo for nearly a year. "Hey Duo."
"Look man, I need to ask you a favour. I'm in town and I need somewhere to crash." Duo said quickly. "I was hoping you could help."
"You know where I live." Heero said simply.
"I sure do!" Duo leaned against the wall in the small entrance to the building. "So open the door already and let me in."
Heero crossed to the door and opened it to see Duo leaning casually against the wall, grinning at him broadly. "Took a chance there didn't you?" Heero asked. "What if I had said no?"
"I knew you wouldn't!" Duo pushed past Heero and into the lounge. "By the way, this is Wufei. He's crashing too. We met on the road!"
Wufei grinned sheepishly from the shadows. Heero sighed but stepped aside to allow Wufei to enter. "Sorry." He said quietly to Heero. "I don't mean to impose."
Heero nodded and shut the door. Duo was already lounging on the couch. Wufei looked around nervously before perching uneasily o the sofa. He didn't know Heero, so felt very embarrassed at suddenly being forced into his house.
"So.lets catch up on the gossip then!" Duo said unashamedly. "Where's Trowa."
"Trowa left." Heero said brusquely, not wishing to discuss his social life with Duo at this point. "I'm tired, so I'm going to bed."
"Aren't you going to show us to our rooms?" Duo asked.
"You know where the floor is." Heero said, climbing the stairs. "You're sleeping on it. I don't have a guest bedroom."
Duo gaped at Heero as he left.
Heero got ready for bed and laid down in the double bed that stood proudly in the centre of the room. He stared at the ceiling, watching a solitary spider scuttle into a corner. Heero shuddered. He hated spiders. He opened his mouth to ask Trowa to get rid of it, like he always did, only to remember that Trowa wasn't there.
He rolled over and looked at the bare expanse of bed to his left. Normally he would look over and see Trowa sleeping form there. Trowa always slept in the same way, with his head resting on one hand; his knees curled up almost to his stomach, with his other hand clutching the duvet over his. All that was left of Trowa now was a slight indent in the mattress that had formed around Trowa.
Heero sighed and reached out one hand to stroke the place where Trowa used to be. A single tear rolled down his face and was absorbed by his pillow. It was followed by countless other tears until his pillow was soaked. But Heero didn't care, he simply lay there, stroking Trowa's side of the bed, until finally, in the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep.
Deep in his heart Heero had always known that it wasn't meant to be. He had always had doubts that Trowa was as gay as he claimed to be. Heero had seen how the girls all threw themselves at Trowa, and had noticed how Trowa always seemed to welcome their advances. Especially that pretty girl who was his friend from the circus.
Heero also knew that it couldn't have lasted forever. True, they were so happy when they were getting on well, but as soon as an argument flared up Trowa became too defensive causing Heero to lay into him more. And they never seemed to talk these days.
Heero looked around. The apartment seemed so empty. Trowa had taken all of his possessions with him when he left. There were marks on the shelves where he had removed objects that had stood there for so long that dust covered them.
He jumped when the phone rang. He threw himself at it, nearly knocking it off the table. He fumbled with it and put it to his ear.
"Trowa?" He asked.
"Hey Trowa, I need to speak to Heero." Said a strangely familiar voice.
"Huh?" Heero asked. "Why do you think I'm Trowa?"
"Because I know Trowa lives there, and you also said that your name was Trowa when you picked p the phone."
"No." Heero sat back and rubbed his face. "I was asking if you were Trowa. I'm Heero."
"Hey Heero!" The person said warmly. "How are you?"
"Um.not bad." Heero felt very confused. "Who is this?"
"Don't you recognise my voice?" The person laughed. "It's me. Duo!"
Heero could barely manage a smile, even though this was the first time he had spoken to Duo for nearly a year. "Hey Duo."
"Look man, I need to ask you a favour. I'm in town and I need somewhere to crash." Duo said quickly. "I was hoping you could help."
"You know where I live." Heero said simply.
"I sure do!" Duo leaned against the wall in the small entrance to the building. "So open the door already and let me in."
Heero crossed to the door and opened it to see Duo leaning casually against the wall, grinning at him broadly. "Took a chance there didn't you?" Heero asked. "What if I had said no?"
"I knew you wouldn't!" Duo pushed past Heero and into the lounge. "By the way, this is Wufei. He's crashing too. We met on the road!"
Wufei grinned sheepishly from the shadows. Heero sighed but stepped aside to allow Wufei to enter. "Sorry." He said quietly to Heero. "I don't mean to impose."
Heero nodded and shut the door. Duo was already lounging on the couch. Wufei looked around nervously before perching uneasily o the sofa. He didn't know Heero, so felt very embarrassed at suddenly being forced into his house.
"So.lets catch up on the gossip then!" Duo said unashamedly. "Where's Trowa."
"Trowa left." Heero said brusquely, not wishing to discuss his social life with Duo at this point. "I'm tired, so I'm going to bed."
"Aren't you going to show us to our rooms?" Duo asked.
"You know where the floor is." Heero said, climbing the stairs. "You're sleeping on it. I don't have a guest bedroom."
Duo gaped at Heero as he left.
Heero got ready for bed and laid down in the double bed that stood proudly in the centre of the room. He stared at the ceiling, watching a solitary spider scuttle into a corner. Heero shuddered. He hated spiders. He opened his mouth to ask Trowa to get rid of it, like he always did, only to remember that Trowa wasn't there.
He rolled over and looked at the bare expanse of bed to his left. Normally he would look over and see Trowa sleeping form there. Trowa always slept in the same way, with his head resting on one hand; his knees curled up almost to his stomach, with his other hand clutching the duvet over his. All that was left of Trowa now was a slight indent in the mattress that had formed around Trowa.
Heero sighed and reached out one hand to stroke the place where Trowa used to be. A single tear rolled down his face and was absorbed by his pillow. It was followed by countless other tears until his pillow was soaked. But Heero didn't care, he simply lay there, stroking Trowa's side of the bed, until finally, in the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep.
