I do not own Gundam Wing, it belongs to the lovely people of Bandai and Sunrise, if I owned them… well… let's just say I'd never get much sleep :D Anyway, enjoy!

Don't look at me like that. I hate that look; it rips into my very soul. I'd rather you look at me like you did that first day. Your big blue eyes were shining that day; they'd looked like windows to the ocean. That was the moment I fell in love with you. You hadn't even spoken, just gazed at me with those beautiful, expressive eyes. You'd been gorgeous. I'd known from that moment on that I had to have you and I would either win you over, or live my life alone, as I always had.

My dreams of you became a reality when you kissed me. I hadn't been expecting it; in fact, I don't think you had been either. Your gaze had been so wonderfully happy. The war had ended and I could read your emotions all over your face. I'd looked at you, caught your eye, and given you a little smile. I hadn't known that such a small show of affection would bring out the reaction it did. You'd thrown your arms around my neck and pressed your mouth to mine, whispering faintly in the aftermath of the kiss, 'We're finally free, Trowa.' My heart had soared.

Some part of me had known nothing that good could ever last, but you stayed with me. In time, you became my lover. I began to intimately learn each and every one of your expressive looks. Your eyes could show so much emotion, not like mine. You and I were like different sides of a coin. We belonged together, but we were so very different. I needed your strength when the war was over. You adapted so easily to life without battle, but I needed you to remind me that I was more than a weapon. You were the only reason I managed to become a civilian. It was a stretch, but I finally figured out how to blend.

I loved all of your expressions. Those eyes could do no wrong, except when they pierced me the way they do now. I can see the tears brimming along their edges. I can't stand it when you cry. I reach up to wipe away an escaping tear and you catch my hand. I want to turn away from your pained look, but I can't. You start to sob and my heart splits in two. I can't feel the pain in my body any longer, but my chest aches as your tears fall on me. Blood is all over the cement around us, I know it's mine, but I'm too detached to really care. I just wish that you would stop crying. Please, don't look at me like that.

I've always known I would die violently. Though the war's been over nearly a year, it was a bullet that left me lying on the ground like this. It was probably a rouge Oz activist, like the one's the Preventers have been trying to round up. Somehow, none of that matters. In the end, all I can see is your wide, broken, blue eyes.

Fin… this one makes me sad…