I added another scene, seeing as I will never get around to continuing this fic. More of an end, this time, and the implied couple could be anyone (though I had a pairing in mind when I wrote this.) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, I just love playing with it.

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Love. Romantic infatuation, deep affection, sexual passion. They all reflect how I feel. Love, people told me, was beautiful. One of the most incredible experiences in earth and space, amazing and magnificent.

Of course, none of them said how much it would hurt.

Then again, how could they have known? That my first true love, wouldn't even know I exist. Would, in fact, love someone else.

Even now, after everything each of us has been through, you remain focused, not showing that emotion. Sometimes I think you're exactly like that other pilot, but then I know, there are other feelings you're not as reluctant to show. Speaking of which, I find it kind of amazing, really. That you all could be that misled, into thinking I liked him that way. I laugh bitterly. Opposites attract, right?

Well, I had to do something, find some way to hide my emotions. I've never really been very good at that, so I just transferred them, split them apart, showering them separately on each of you, so no one could suspect.

But I slipped up. Once.

I let my true feelings show through the cheerful mask I wore, and to the person I least would have expected to understand. But he gave me his word, and I trust his honour.

Sometimes, when I think of you, I lose it. It's then that I take refuge in my mission. After all, time isn't specified. I always seem to be hiding, behind Deathscythe, behind my positive façade. Maybe, someday, I'll find the strength to tell you my feelings. But then what would happen? No, I have to pretend that I'm alright, that I feel nothing. It's the only way I could stay close to you.

I can't act on my desire. It'd be hopeless, I know. So I have to ignore it, suppress my selfish desire to forget everything and expose myself to you. It doesn't matter, I tell myself.

I snort. What a joke. Of course it mattered. Every second I see you, when I know I can't touch you, it fills me with agony.

Perhaps I'm imagining it all? The supposed love I feel, the fake attraction I'm sure you feel for another. Then I look at you, and I know it's all true.

I'll remember this forever. It's not like I could forget. Your name resounds through my mind, engraved on my heart, it alone keeps me company through the night.

Trowa.

It's been three years since the last war. You haven't changed. And neither have I. Not that I could. I stayed with Hilde for a while, but I couldn't forget you even there. I thought maybe her image could replace yours, fill the void in my heart. Guess I was wrong.

I tried, I really did, but I couldn't erase you from my mind. Pathetic, huh? Years of endless battles, putting up with the Perfect Soldier and the Justice-ranting 'Fei, and for what? That I could finally live again, gain my freedom, and turns out I'd already lost to you. I'd exchanged one set of shackles for another.

And then you come back. Back into my life like nothing had ever happened, inviting me to a reunion for all the heroes of the war. You never realised that I'd lost myself long ago. Pining over an unrequited love.

But I accepted, and here I am. Then I saw you greet him, as if nothing mattered now that he was in your arms.

A mistake. It was a mistake to come. After I saw you two together again, I finally realised that I would never be able to live while I still harboured feelings for you. But what's done is done, and I can never stop loving you.

I hope you have a nice life with him, really, I do. Enjoy the little things while you can, it ends all to soon.

Duo

P.S. I hope I don't stain the carpet.

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