They buried Quatre outside underneath the same tree he and Heero shared their first kiss after a mission they had to do together and bonded them instantly.

Heero stared at Quatre's marble gravestone with flowers in hand and a heavy heart.

The others came to visit him earlier, but Heero stayed, wanting to get a few last words in. He placed the flowers down in front of Quatre's resting place and stood back.

"I woke up this morning.not knowing what to feel. For a split second, I actually thought you were there with me, but I turned out to be wrong. This isn't just some sick dream as I prayed, it's reality. Anyone could say that I was prepared for this, but in all honesty, I don't think I was. One could never have enough time to spend with their loved one as it is, let alone be prepared for their death taking place in only a few days. I'm still mixed up inside. I suppose I'll be that way for the rest of my life. I'll always remember every touch, every kiss, every moment together forever. I know we were young, but this wasn't a child romance like teenagers go through, no, I believe it was more than that. I believe that I was truly in love." He gave a brief chuckle. "This is coming from someone who was never taught the meaning up until a year ago. I'll have to admit it when I say that Duo showed me what it was like, but you fulfilled it, and I'm obliged of that."

He twirled the ring around nervously on his finger. A sudden picture of Quatre flashed through his mind, forcing him to tear up again, but he fought it.

"I'm not going to cry," he whispered. "I can do this."

He looked back at the grave and held his breath.

"I love you Quatre." He kissed his hand and rested it on the top of the gravestone, then brushed his fingers over the carved letters of his name on the face.

Until we meet again.