She said, voice becoming increasingly
silent.He looked up into her chocolate eyes. "This was a mistake." He said simply, getting up to walk away. "I don't need
this." "YOu don't need what, Trowa? You don't need to know that I'm in love with you, and don't want you to get yourself
killed? Trowa, please. Try to be sensible." "Sensible?" he yelled, making two birds fly out of a tree. "You want me to be
sensible? Why don't you take your own advice? God! Sensible? Ever since you've been here, nothing's made any sense. You've
screwed everything up for me! Does it look like I want to have to throw my life around? The only reason I'm doing this is
bcause of your father."
Livin might mean takin chances but theyre worth takin
Lovin might be a mistake but its worth makin
That struck her pretty hard. She just about lost it. "Idiot, don't take it out on me just because you don't know anything!
Does your past really matter that much to you? Am I nothing? Do you even care about anyone, other than yourself, Trowa!
God! How could I be so ignorant. It's been obvious, hasn't it. Stupid excuses, to get out of everything, just because he
doesn't want to lose the game. Just because...he..doesn't care!" She spat. Wow. That coming from her hurt worse than a
bullet. She knew nothing! It wasn't like he didn't care about her! She's screwn up everything for him! But still, he loved
her more than his life. He got up, and raised his hand. He applied force to it, and sent it towards her face. Then...he
thought it over,stopped short,and ran as fast as he could. He had to get out of this place. Anything to get away from the
girl who could cause him so much pain, yet turn his whole life around with her smile. Anything...
Dont let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin out reconsider
He ran until he couldn't breathe anymore. He made a last effort to look up at the beautiful night sky before finding his
was inside. At that same very moment, a tear streaked Kita did the exact same thing. Why was life so cruel? Dear God, she
prayed, don't let him do something stupid. I love him. He might not love me, but I love him with all my heart. Trowa glanced
around the crowds of people, and silently prayed to God, something he had never done before. She might hate me, but it had
to be this way. I love her...God don't let her take it to heart, don't let her hurt herself. Then he turned, and left for
the room that was assigned for all 6 of them. He again silently prayed taht she wasn't there, because he needed time to cool
off. She was right. Excuses, she had told him, and that was exactly right. It wasn't only that he was afraid for her, but
that he was afraid for, and of himself.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit out or dance
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone)
She looked at the alabaster floor. What had she done? If she hadn't forced this all onto him, he would have never left.
She silently wondered where he was, and what he was thinking. Maybe she should go find him and apologize. But then again,
compared to him, had she been wrong at all? Thoughts rippled through her like an ebbing tide. A sole voice was the only
thing to bring her back down to earth. "Hello...? Are you okay? Hello?" She smiled at the man infront of her, telling the
man the unhonest truth. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that, I have a lot on my mind." He smiled. His smile was amazing. She
swore it could have made any girl anywhere melt. "So I see. You know, you look totally fine tonight," he said, taking another
sip of what seemed to be a cosmopolitan. She laughed. He obviously didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. Despite that
fact though, he was extremely good looking. She smiled at him, and he in return, smiled back. "Do you dance?" he asked,
taking her hand, and kissing it in a comical fashion. She laughed. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I do. Would you like to dance with
me...uh..." "Spike." The man said, eyes never waivering fomr her own. A smile errupted on her lips. "The infamous bounty
hunter?" "Naturally," he said, escorting her into the dance hall of the ballroom.
The rest of the night, they had shared drinks, and danced. She was saddened, though. He was great and all, but there was only
one person she had wanted to dance with...and Spike wasn't that person...
I wonder where he's gone...
silent.He looked up into her chocolate eyes. "This was a mistake." He said simply, getting up to walk away. "I don't need
this." "YOu don't need what, Trowa? You don't need to know that I'm in love with you, and don't want you to get yourself
killed? Trowa, please. Try to be sensible." "Sensible?" he yelled, making two birds fly out of a tree. "You want me to be
sensible? Why don't you take your own advice? God! Sensible? Ever since you've been here, nothing's made any sense. You've
screwed everything up for me! Does it look like I want to have to throw my life around? The only reason I'm doing this is
bcause of your father."
Livin might mean takin chances but theyre worth takin
Lovin might be a mistake but its worth makin
That struck her pretty hard. She just about lost it. "Idiot, don't take it out on me just because you don't know anything!
Does your past really matter that much to you? Am I nothing? Do you even care about anyone, other than yourself, Trowa!
God! How could I be so ignorant. It's been obvious, hasn't it. Stupid excuses, to get out of everything, just because he
doesn't want to lose the game. Just because...he..doesn't care!" She spat. Wow. That coming from her hurt worse than a
bullet. She knew nothing! It wasn't like he didn't care about her! She's screwn up everything for him! But still, he loved
her more than his life. He got up, and raised his hand. He applied force to it, and sent it towards her face. Then...he
thought it over,stopped short,and ran as fast as he could. He had to get out of this place. Anything to get away from the
girl who could cause him so much pain, yet turn his whole life around with her smile. Anything...
Dont let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin out reconsider
He ran until he couldn't breathe anymore. He made a last effort to look up at the beautiful night sky before finding his
was inside. At that same very moment, a tear streaked Kita did the exact same thing. Why was life so cruel? Dear God, she
prayed, don't let him do something stupid. I love him. He might not love me, but I love him with all my heart. Trowa glanced
around the crowds of people, and silently prayed to God, something he had never done before. She might hate me, but it had
to be this way. I love her...God don't let her take it to heart, don't let her hurt herself. Then he turned, and left for
the room that was assigned for all 6 of them. He again silently prayed taht she wasn't there, because he needed time to cool
off. She was right. Excuses, she had told him, and that was exactly right. It wasn't only that he was afraid for her, but
that he was afraid for, and of himself.
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit out or dance
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you danceI hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone)
She looked at the alabaster floor. What had she done? If she hadn't forced this all onto him, he would have never left.
She silently wondered where he was, and what he was thinking. Maybe she should go find him and apologize. But then again,
compared to him, had she been wrong at all? Thoughts rippled through her like an ebbing tide. A sole voice was the only
thing to bring her back down to earth. "Hello...? Are you okay? Hello?" She smiled at the man infront of her, telling the
man the unhonest truth. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that, I have a lot on my mind." He smiled. His smile was amazing. She
swore it could have made any girl anywhere melt. "So I see. You know, you look totally fine tonight," he said, taking another
sip of what seemed to be a cosmopolitan. She laughed. He obviously didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol. Despite that
fact though, he was extremely good looking. She smiled at him, and he in return, smiled back. "Do you dance?" he asked,
taking her hand, and kissing it in a comical fashion. She laughed. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I do. Would you like to dance with
me...uh..." "Spike." The man said, eyes never waivering fomr her own. A smile errupted on her lips. "The infamous bounty
hunter?" "Naturally," he said, escorting her into the dance hall of the ballroom.
The rest of the night, they had shared drinks, and danced. She was saddened, though. He was great and all, but there was only
one person she had wanted to dance with...and Spike wasn't that person...
I wonder where he's gone...