The light twinkled in her eyes. She yawned quietly, and rolled over, only to discover something...intriguing. Right next to her, lay a man. A gorgeous one at that..Her memories began to flood back to her,
piece by piece. She smiled, thinking about last night. But she shouldn't be here, and she knew it. It had been eating at her all night long. She didn't belong here. She belonged with Trowa. She knew it was
true, even if he didn't. She quietly grabbed some clothes, and headed out the door, kissing him quietly on the forehead as she went. I wonder if he'd worried about me...She smiled, figuring he wouldn't. That
stupid pilot thing, I guess. God, why were guys so un-emotional. She shrugged, and headed down the hallway. She looked down every corridor, searching for room numbers. God, she had a bad headache!
You took your coat off and stood in the rain.
You were always crazy like that.
She finally stopped, at a room, at the end of the corridor. She didn't dare go in, but watched from outside. There was a boy. Sitting on the floor. Looking up at the sky. But he wasn't just looking at the sky,
from what Kita noticed. It seemed like...he was praying. She tried to catch on to the words that he spoke so softly. She couldn't make much sense of it, but of what she could, she began to cry. Those
simple honest words broke her heart. She suddenly felt scared. Alone. Uncomfortable. In all the time she had been gone with that other man, was he sitting here by himself. Looking at the sky for any sign of
guidance? God. The mere thought sent a fresh batch of tears streaming down her face.
And I watched from my window,
But I always felt I was outisde, looking in on you.
"...I don't know if she realises yet...but, please. Just please. She means more to me than anything or else. No one will ever love her as much as I do, and I swear on that. I don't care about me, just make
sure she gets on alright. I don't ever want to see hre cry again. There isn't anything as sad as that in the universe. God, don't ever let her cry again. I'd give my life for that one wish. Let her be happy. Make
her smile, and make mistakes. Let her be happy. So I finally can. After all of these years of pain and suffering. Treat her good, because I can't...No one will ever love her as much as me..."
You were always the mysterious one,
With dark eyes and carelss hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care.
She couldn't take it anymore. She knocked on the door, more fiercly, though, than she had meant to. His eyes barely shifted. "Can I come in?" she asked, voice quivering. He nodded. Everything after that
was quiet. She couldn't stand the uncomfortableness of the situation. She finally broke down. Fell to the floor, and buried her face in a pillow. He reached a hand over to her shoulder. He touched it lightly,
then drew it back.
You stood in my way, without nothing to say,
Besides some comment on the weather.
But incase you failed to notice,
Incase you failed to see,
This is my heart, bleeding before you.
This is me down on my knees.
She looked in severe pain. He could tell. Something was definately bothering her. Her shot down his pride, for the first time in his life, and sat down beside her. He placed her head in his lap, and gently
stroked her hair. He wiped away her tears with his finger tips. He held her tight, and said, at least a milion times, that it was going to be okay. But the truth, as she knew it, it wasn't. She buried herself
further into his chest, until she could hardly breathe. He never stopped holding her. That wasn't the problem. Other than those few small words, he didn't say anything, and she was too afraid to.
You were always brilliant in the morning.
Smoking your cigarette, and talking over coffee.
The philosphies on art.
Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart.
And you'd speak of your loved ones,
As i clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well excuse me, I think i've mistaken you for somebody else.
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
She remembered how he used to be, before this. He was...Trowa. Her Trowa. He was brilliant, and beautiful. She could talk with him, because she knew he'd listen. It was so peaceful. But now...look at this.
Look at what war had done to something so beautiful. It had covered it with ice. An impenetrable fortress of solitude, and aloneness. The longing was gone, and so was the determination. Everything was
frozen. Ice...This war had turned him as cold as ice...
You took your coat off, and stood in the rain.
You were always crazy like that...
He stood up now, placing her head gently on the floor. He went outside, taking off his jacket. He just stood there, letting the rain seep through him. It was like he was cleansing himself of everything. Of
all the pain and the happiness he'd ever felt, though the pain greatly outnumbered the happiness. His hair began to fall limp against his face, and he jeans to stick to him. He stood there in the rain, arms
spread. And all she could do was watch.
Now...
She thought.
Now...
Is it him, or me that's like ice...?
piece by piece. She smiled, thinking about last night. But she shouldn't be here, and she knew it. It had been eating at her all night long. She didn't belong here. She belonged with Trowa. She knew it was
true, even if he didn't. She quietly grabbed some clothes, and headed out the door, kissing him quietly on the forehead as she went. I wonder if he'd worried about me...She smiled, figuring he wouldn't. That
stupid pilot thing, I guess. God, why were guys so un-emotional. She shrugged, and headed down the hallway. She looked down every corridor, searching for room numbers. God, she had a bad headache!
You took your coat off and stood in the rain.
You were always crazy like that.
She finally stopped, at a room, at the end of the corridor. She didn't dare go in, but watched from outside. There was a boy. Sitting on the floor. Looking up at the sky. But he wasn't just looking at the sky,
from what Kita noticed. It seemed like...he was praying. She tried to catch on to the words that he spoke so softly. She couldn't make much sense of it, but of what she could, she began to cry. Those
simple honest words broke her heart. She suddenly felt scared. Alone. Uncomfortable. In all the time she had been gone with that other man, was he sitting here by himself. Looking at the sky for any sign of
guidance? God. The mere thought sent a fresh batch of tears streaming down her face.
And I watched from my window,
But I always felt I was outisde, looking in on you.
"...I don't know if she realises yet...but, please. Just please. She means more to me than anything or else. No one will ever love her as much as I do, and I swear on that. I don't care about me, just make
sure she gets on alright. I don't ever want to see hre cry again. There isn't anything as sad as that in the universe. God, don't ever let her cry again. I'd give my life for that one wish. Let her be happy. Make
her smile, and make mistakes. Let her be happy. So I finally can. After all of these years of pain and suffering. Treat her good, because I can't...No one will ever love her as much as me..."
You were always the mysterious one,
With dark eyes and carelss hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care.
She couldn't take it anymore. She knocked on the door, more fiercly, though, than she had meant to. His eyes barely shifted. "Can I come in?" she asked, voice quivering. He nodded. Everything after that
was quiet. She couldn't stand the uncomfortableness of the situation. She finally broke down. Fell to the floor, and buried her face in a pillow. He reached a hand over to her shoulder. He touched it lightly,
then drew it back.
You stood in my way, without nothing to say,
Besides some comment on the weather.
But incase you failed to notice,
Incase you failed to see,
This is my heart, bleeding before you.
This is me down on my knees.
She looked in severe pain. He could tell. Something was definately bothering her. Her shot down his pride, for the first time in his life, and sat down beside her. He placed her head in his lap, and gently
stroked her hair. He wiped away her tears with his finger tips. He held her tight, and said, at least a milion times, that it was going to be okay. But the truth, as she knew it, it wasn't. She buried herself
further into his chest, until she could hardly breathe. He never stopped holding her. That wasn't the problem. Other than those few small words, he didn't say anything, and she was too afraid to.
You were always brilliant in the morning.
Smoking your cigarette, and talking over coffee.
The philosphies on art.
Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart.
And you'd speak of your loved ones,
As i clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well excuse me, I think i've mistaken you for somebody else.
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
She remembered how he used to be, before this. He was...Trowa. Her Trowa. He was brilliant, and beautiful. She could talk with him, because she knew he'd listen. It was so peaceful. But now...look at this.
Look at what war had done to something so beautiful. It had covered it with ice. An impenetrable fortress of solitude, and aloneness. The longing was gone, and so was the determination. Everything was
frozen. Ice...This war had turned him as cold as ice...
You took your coat off, and stood in the rain.
You were always crazy like that...
He stood up now, placing her head gently on the floor. He went outside, taking off his jacket. He just stood there, letting the rain seep through him. It was like he was cleansing himself of everything. Of
all the pain and the happiness he'd ever felt, though the pain greatly outnumbered the happiness. His hair began to fall limp against his face, and he jeans to stick to him. He stood there in the rain, arms
spread. And all she could do was watch.
Now...
She thought.
Now...
Is it him, or me that's like ice...?