Taste of farewell

Warnings/notes : Trowa/Quatre, Trowa pov

Disclaimer : I don't own Gundam Wing.

written at 9th march 2003, by Misura

written after watching the episode in which Trowa tells Quatre his name. don't know its title.

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My life has been saved by an angel.

I still find it hard to believe.

Why would someone like him bother saving something as worthless as that?

I think he would tell me all life is valuable, worthy of caring.

That must be the reason why he fights this war I know.

In his heart, the angel is a peaceful person.

I know his name too, though I haven't told him mine yet.

His name is Quatre.

Quatre Raberba Winner actually.

Quite a mouthful, isn't it?

His hair is golden, like sunlight.

His eyes are kind, yet wise.

When they look at me, I feel like they can see straight into my soul.

Like there is nothing I can hide from them, from him.

It should bother me but it doesn't.

There is nothing I would not want him to know.

Rather the opposite ; I want him to see what kind of person I really am.

To stop caring about me.

I have no idea how much he has discovered about me in the short time I have been with him.

Too much. Not enough.

I will leave him. I will never return to him, to soil his purity with my dirty hands.

I will never forget him, and carry his image with me in my heart always.

Walking away, I can't keep from looking back one last time.

He is there, of course.

His beautiful eyes look sad today.

Did I cause that? A good thing I'm leaving then.

Eyes like his should never be filled with sadness.

I don't speak, tearing my gaze away from the boy in the window.

The picture of him will be preserved.

"Don't you have a name?" he calls out.

So, he didn't find out that much about me. Good.

I don't want him to remember me.

And yet....

"If you have to call me by a name, you can call me Trowa. Trowa Barton." I hear myself replying.

I can't refuse him anything.

It's such a small thing, even though with it he can discover a lot about the person I have become.

His eyes light up at my words.

A little anyway. Enough to make me feel warm inside for being the cause of it.

"Farewell then Trowa. Take care of yourself."

I don't answer.

"I hope I'll see him again." I hear him say to someone I can't see.

I can't hear the reply he gets, only see him return his gaze to me again.

I should leave now. I already stayed too long.

Farewell Quatre, angel.

I hope I will never see you again.

Because I love you.

Forever.

~OWARI [I think it is anyway]~